Judgement Day

Since they don't know
Fill em in!

Need attention
Reel em in!

Got bread?
Bring em in!

Got straps?
Conceal em then!

He's a opp!
Stitches then!

Flow just like cinnamon
Tryna win the lotto
So my parents can't say shit again

They don't know
Fill em in!

Need attention
Reel em in!

Got bread?
Bring em in!

Got straps?
Conceal em then!

He's a opp!
Stitches then!

Flow just like cinnamon
Tryna win the lotto
So my parents can't say shit again

You fix phones?
Well fix mines boy
Need my condition mint son
No Altoids
Been rapping since a gitt dog
Grew out of all toys

Never sold drugs for paper
I could hustle all ways

I DO IT ALL!

Swiss army knife the jack of all trades
Rap, write all of my shit
And release for my plays
I quarterback every move
For my bucks (Bucs)
No Tampa Bay
They El Patron
But more Donell Jones
These niggas fake
HAH!

Most immulated
Most innovative
They told me to chill
But my nigga I been impatient
I come for the mills
A free spirit filling vacant spaces
Ain't stopping until
All these niggas give me my vases
Or the power of Will
Is used within
My ruthless pen

No Kermit

I have some tea that can be used as sins
So hopefully nice things will be said
Cause I am him

THA FUCKIN GOD!

Y'all niggas don't see me
Y'all see a mirage

SINCE THEY!

Don't know
Fill em in!

Need attention
Reel em in!

Got bread?
Bring em in!

Got straps?
Conceal em then!

He's a opp!
Stitches then!

Flow just like cinnamon
Tryna win the lotto
So my parents can't say shit again

They don't know
Fill em in!

Need attention
Reel em in!

Got bread?
Bring em in!

Got straps?
Conceal em then!

He's a opp!
Stitches then!

Flow just like cinnamon
Tryna win the lotto
So my parents can't say shit again

Yeah they fucked up now
There's really no fun now
I hope ya shit goes west
I hope that all falls down
You cap Mitchell and Ness
And that's all year round
Claiming you make 60
But sells packs round town

Let's change subjects from my sons
He just gotta ass whipping
Needed that since he was 1

Thuggish Ruggish to the bone
Niggas see me and they run
All y'all Yayo with flow
But I'm 50 with it son
Lyrics really terror squads
Got me thinking that I'm pun
I be chilling free lancing
What is done
Has been done

Perseverance is the key
My potential to the sun
I'ma start charging fees
Better said than it's done
In the world ain't nothing free
That mean where ya money son
Named Tha God for a reason
That mean I'm the chosen one

Nigga

That mean I'm the chosen one

Nigga

That mean I'm the chosen one

Since they don't know
Fill em in!

Need attention
Reel em in!

Got bread?
Bring em in!

Got straps?
Conceal em then!

He's a opp!
Stitches then!

Flow just like cinnamon
Tryna win the lotto
So my parents can't say shit again

They don't know
Fill em in!

Need attention
Reel em in!

Got bread?
Bring em in!

Got straps?
Conceal em then!

He's a opp!
Stitches then!

Flow just like cinnamon
Tryna win the lotto
So my parents can't say shit again



Credits
Writer(s): Juneecarl Mendoza
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