SPARK PLUG
I'm the golden child never red headed
Never felt better on my lucky number seven
I'm the spark plug, my fist rebuttals anybody tryna start something
Their heart pumping and racing I'm throwing hard punches
I'm something to behold, I'm the star of any show I'm like the poster boy
You don't want to post me up I pose a threat
Hook it like Olajuwon snap me with the polaroid
I'm uncommon in the sense that the commonwealth dense in comparison
Like comparing a Lennon and George Harrison, embarrassing
Always been down for the group's imperative
I only exist to confuse the narrative
Now this is what I like to see
Uh!
You either get it or you don't
I'm delivering a message but you got to check the phone
I'm a young buck coaching up the veterans and old heads
Better than the grown folk, living by his own code
At home and I'm smoking some homegrown and it's dope
I worry mom I got her phoning the pope
Toke of the dro, poetry in motion with flows
I'm rolling over any artist that's supposed to be close
Loose lip never sunk my ship
Leave you one eye missing that's just a tribute to Confucius
Or Hammurabi, either way I'm on my fucking John Gotti
Bitch I was running when you got potty trained you cannot stop me
Never felt better on my lucky number seven
I'm the spark plug, my fist rebuttals anybody tryna start something
Their heart pumping and racing I'm throwing hard punches
I'm something to behold, I'm the star of any show I'm like the poster boy
You don't want to post me up I pose a threat
Hook it like Olajuwon snap me with the polaroid
I'm uncommon in the sense that the commonwealth dense in comparison
Like comparing a Lennon and George Harrison, embarrassing
Always been down for the group's imperative
I only exist to confuse the narrative
Now this is what I like to see
Uh!
You either get it or you don't
I'm delivering a message but you got to check the phone
I'm a young buck coaching up the veterans and old heads
Better than the grown folk, living by his own code
At home and I'm smoking some homegrown and it's dope
I worry mom I got her phoning the pope
Toke of the dro, poetry in motion with flows
I'm rolling over any artist that's supposed to be close
Loose lip never sunk my ship
Leave you one eye missing that's just a tribute to Confucius
Or Hammurabi, either way I'm on my fucking John Gotti
Bitch I was running when you got potty trained you cannot stop me
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Mangano
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