The Blueprint

Schemes from the blueprint of the mafia
Over-cautious Karens complainin' 'bout gettin' cholera
Whinin' 'bout the sign of the times will get you nowhere
Cause her baby name is Sharon
Ain't no fucking way she carin' bruh
I guess we callin' that a modern day issue
Fuck a tissue
I won't miss you
Cop some breeze n blow a fistful
I keep it simple morning steps through the garden
Lil mama hit me shootin' sumn for practice like she Harden
Keep me guarded or I'll need a presidential pardon
A killer with the rock, first I sling to get it started
From the airport I departed chasin' days that don't end
I try to bend the rules regardless
Making means with my ends for my friends

N for the family
Fuck the minor bitches, she major if she a masterpiece
Take my one, two's casually, cause actually the casualties be comin' when you fast asleep
So, why you wastin' all your time for three Z's?
I gotta keep an OZ so when I'm blind I can see

N why these bitches nosey n keep relying on me?
Cause I keep it low-key n keep supplying my team

Oh how my bitch can pout on her fainting couch
N never figured out a single sign I threw without a doubt
Twist the weed n shout the soarin' sixties made the stoner crowd
I'm thankful never shameful hold my head up high above the clouds
So, I burn an O proceed to hold it down
Bitches from the crowd hear my name n never tone it down
Keep a hoe around for some background sound
N when I say that shit loud, it's the trees I ground
N if I make mama proud she better kill that now

But I ain't no shady
Gettin' sun on the daily
N cruisin' up highway 80
With some hooch for vacation
I'm headed to desolation
Need some culture isolation for fuelin' all my creations
Yeah that's on my grandmama
I been a charmer since a youngin' shunnin' all the bad karma
So keep a llama in the desert soon son you'll be a farmer



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Rountree
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