Diet Dew
Kicking hot beats these rhymes and cold writtens
Even when I couldn't walk I was standing on business
And I'm trynna touch the sky just to reach my limits
Even at five knew i was gone get it
That was a good choice
Faith driving us like a Rolls-Royce
Fake niggas hate
All fucking day
They all minute made
Good God
Tell me what I'm supposed to do with this creativity
I'm trynna spit this real but these niggas ain't feeling me
They signing all these deals and just spit negativity
I steady shake the devil but he trying to get at me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a God damn minute
Let me stop playing with em
Hop in the van with it
Hop in the lamb with it
Know what I'm saying nigga?
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
All these damn leeches man I ain't been feeling em
Only problem is that they want all my Benjamins
Stripper hoe yeah I call that bitch cinnamon
When I watch her on the pole damn I feel like a kid again
I see a few hoes in the candy shop
I got the flow so sweet make the panties drop
I want the cheeks don't care you got a man or not
I'm on the prowl right now and I can't be stopped
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a God damn minute
Let me stop playing with em
Hop in the van with it
Hop in the lamb with it
Know what I'm saying nigga?
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
Even when I couldn't walk I was standing on business
And I'm trynna touch the sky just to reach my limits
Even at five knew i was gone get it
That was a good choice
Faith driving us like a Rolls-Royce
Fake niggas hate
All fucking day
They all minute made
Good God
Tell me what I'm supposed to do with this creativity
I'm trynna spit this real but these niggas ain't feeling me
They signing all these deals and just spit negativity
I steady shake the devil but he trying to get at me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a God damn minute
Let me stop playing with em
Hop in the van with it
Hop in the lamb with it
Know what I'm saying nigga?
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
All these damn leeches man I ain't been feeling em
Only problem is that they want all my Benjamins
Stripper hoe yeah I call that bitch cinnamon
When I watch her on the pole damn I feel like a kid again
I see a few hoes in the candy shop
I got the flow so sweet make the panties drop
I want the cheeks don't care you got a man or not
I'm on the prowl right now and I can't be stopped
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a God damn minute
Let me stop playing with em
Hop in the van with it
Hop in the lamb with it
Know what I'm saying nigga?
Know that Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
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Writer(s): Elijah Christley
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