From the Bin

Here's the problem
Everybody's got one
But any fucks to give
I have got none
See you can be a square
And get your block spun
Passenger peaking through my window
Gets the shotgun
They never play with me
Because it's not fun
They say a few of us are real
And you are not some
I'm on a race to be the best
And you cannot run
I put the gold up to my chest
Now you a hot bum
Shocked, huh

Don't you know you they call me The Ruler
Mrs want my jewels
So she fucking the jeweler
I can sell you diamonds
But you gone need a cooler
Heavy on the timing
Like I come with a Muller
Pardon me
I got my demos politicking like Schumer
Think they reaching me
They should get checked for a tumor
It must be the gas
That's steady causing the rumors
Medic I cannot stop laughing
Til it hurts from the humor

I'm back up on my bullshit right
I'm back up on my bullshit right
I'm back up on my bullshit right
I'm back up on my bullshit right

Nigga stop it
You know that I'm the topic
I sell it and you shop it
I drip but I won't drop it
You know what I'm on
You open then I lock it
You shoot it then I block it
A billi out of pocket
Bitch I be LeBron



Credits
Writer(s): Najee Achong
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