STEEL BOTTOM

Can you please pass the Becks and the white rum
Wit a shot glass half a lemon and a knife son
I got it from here and ya boi ain't going no where
Im bout to hang another plaque up man I think I'm going somewhere
Name a nigga Nicer that Drew
Yo ima wait
20,000 hours I know I'm great
Ain't not debate
Did it twice I know my power
On close to 30,000 hours
Procrastination always hating
Indecision steady patience
From the block of 51st I know my curse
So yo what worst?
A rapper that don't rap or a producer using words?
Betting on myself or else I'm pulling out the strap
No cap
I'll slap
Daily New got the Snapple facts
Peep the good in the bad
I know it sad
I' ain't mad
I always knew My name would have the mother fucking blue tag
Rolling wit ya bitch while she rolling up my spliff
Roll around the block I had to make another stop and pop
What the heck you expect? Ima young-in
My Bars will fuck ya head up like the day we met ya cousin
They put aids on the mic so I have to put a glove on
She a pretty lil bitch Wit cute face to cum on
Booty hell-a stupid make it clap wit the drum on
She said she like the way I rap
I said alright well it like I heard it before l
I wasn't trippin on her mission I'm just tryna score
Shorty told her friends I hit her
That wasn't me it was a shadow clone
Bust a nut on her braces kids in a cage homes
Now I'm on the road moving slow wit nowhere to go
Had to hit the 95 just to it the 89
I ain't telling no lie
Shit I see is my mind
Ima show you fucking crazy
Doppe my nigga he ain't play me
You a broke ass nigga
All ya'll niggas talking crazy
Ima fuck a nigga up if you try to break us up



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Writer(s): Andrew Davis
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