Abraham

Your lack of a concept
I overdosed on confidence
I got a whole stash house
So this one is spotless
The places I've denied
In the Press conferences
Eating the forbidden fruit
And Getting past our differences
When being real is endangerment
And our car are autonomous
This respect I've gain
A way to show my dominance
I mixed up the
Critiques and the compliments
Protect this with your life
You better not lose these documents

Why complain this is monumental
The type of gangstas that be in Continentals
This majestic, with a hint of disrespectful
A rebel, with all the right credentials
When you authentic,
It might be the death of you
I'm off to a different land
I'm talking books of Abraham
Nothing but kings in the spot
We ain't talking Buckingham
You be talking blocks
But you ain't sold a milligram
Probably the same spitter that's got them In the room pacing
I haven't watched the news lately
So unlike them people
I am miss informed
Because them guys know they fucking With the bull
Can we get this shit
Packed up and sent off
We can laugh it up when the jobs threw
Big box's we need the Eighties Arnold
Nineties Rick flair with the gators stomping
If they hate the king
Then they'll hate his offspring

You got it, lost it, at what price
Even if your feet above your head
Stay down, there's still an upside
Don't come round, it's not the right time
I guess scheduling bootycalls
Made me good at time managing
And driving that mustang
Made me good at a standard shift
How I get so good at eye balling the zip
I know a lot of you actors
Preform from a script
It took me five session to write all this
Because rap ain't the only lick
Six in the morning from Eleven at night
When can I get some rest
I'm stashing songs like it's doomsday prep
Long way from pushing weight
But I got those reps
From the same land Tonto stepped
Trying to go to France and see where Pablo rest
In the process of making the money that Pablo left
The crowds at the late night shows are the best
Late night drip, from a streetlight risk
I missed all this, in the making of Eight Point Six
As the plans unfold
Like the roof when the convertible closed
Minus the worst day of my whole life
Last can of food open it with a knife
I play offense, but the QB just threw a pick So currently I feel like I'm on defense
Some dogs just act loyal
When you feed them
But currently I'm posing for this picture and cheesing
I'm not sure for what reason
Other than it's a real nigga speaking
You just can't seemed to find the right attention
So you switch up your image
Water down your brand
Did it all just to fit in
And what you find out
That ain't You

Stare in the eyes of my enemy
Mixing all this Red Bull
Mixing all this Hennessy
A token of achievement
With the fake energy
When bullets are the only repercussion
For your penalties
Cali dreams in Beverly
Sipping Celery juice
Rolling what I got from the dispensary
You don't wanna mention me
So when I blow keep that same energy
I'm not mad I'm just stating Facts
You'll just have to see

Why complain this is monumental
The type of gangstas that be in Continentals
This majestic, with a hint of disrespectful
A rebel, with all the right credentials
When you authentic
It might be the death of you
I'm off to a different land
I'm talking books of Abraham
Nothing but kings in the spot
We ain't talking Buckingham
You be talking blocks
But you ain't sold a milligram
Probably the same spitter that's got them In the room pacing
I haven't watched the news lately
So unlike them people
I am miss informed
Because them guys know they fucking With the bull
Can we get this shit
Packed up and sent off
We can laugh it up when the jobs threw
Big box's we need the Eighties Arnold
Nineties Rick flair with the gators stomping
If they hate the king
Then they'll hate his offspring



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Batista Ii
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