Treason Pt. 2
Yeah
Messing with the country, guess you could call me Obama
Sliding in and out, catch me ducking with your mama
No we don't do drugs, talking not even marijuana
That girl call me crazy, but I'll blow you like Osama, hey
I can't hear you talk, caught you with that side eye
I'm a big dog, can't belittle me, you'll die trying
You little draw with chalk, I pity you, nah I'm lying
You gon' get cris rocked, beat you up, what I'm implying
On the beat, put me in charge, like I'm Joe Biden
Music money bought a house, I'm a cosign it
Control this flow, like the ocean, like I'm Poseidon
Married to the rap game, you can bring the bride in
They say Drilla you so fly, like an airport
If you're wanna flatter, you better not sell me short
With your girl, stick it in, like a charging port
But you know I keep it wrapped, I can't pay child support
Nah, that was crazy, we say violations like that are treason
I said I don't do drugs, but the way you talking got me geeking
I spin the Block, do it twice, and I do it for no reason
I know you call me crazy, but I love to do it like i'm feinding
If you're a beast, you're a little one, hey
Don't look alike but, Drilla my son, aye
We fly the skies like in Top Gun, bang
Yeah, this part 2, but we ain't done, gang
Hey I don't know, but this been done
You catch me walking out in public, you say he's the one
You act like I don't notice what you've become
Looking dumb, looking stupid, looking like a bum, uh
No cap I really do this everyday
Only 1 percent of songs come out, so you can play
And it's really shaping up, I think this the one
It's so I can share my feelings in a way I can portray (no cap)
Messing with the country, guess you could call me Obama
Sliding in and out, catch me ducking with your mama
No we don't do drugs, talking not even marijuana
That girl call me crazy, but I'll blow you like Osama, hey
I can't hear you talk, caught you with that side eye
I'm a big dog, can't belittle me, you'll die trying
You little draw with chalk, I pity you, nah I'm lying
You gonna get cris rocked, beat you up, what I'm implying
If you're a beast, you're a little one, hey
Don't look alike but, Drilla my son, aye
We fly the skies like in Top Gun, bang
Yeah, this part 2, but we ain't done, gang
I feel magnificent but in a minute bad again
It's like the whole world against you, you can't win
All the money that I spent, it took me a minute
All the money that I spent, I made it back and 10 (aye)
Messing with the country, guess you could call me Obama
Sliding in and out, catch me ducking with your mama
No we don't do drugs, talking not even marijuana
That girl call me crazy, but I'll blow you like Osama, hey
I can't hear you talk, caught you with that side eye
I'm a big dog, can't belittle me, you'll die trying
You little draw with chalk, I pity you, nah I'm lying
You gon' get cris rocked, beat you up, what I'm implying
On the beat, put me in charge, like I'm Joe Biden
Music money bought a house, I'm a cosign it
Control this flow, like the ocean, like I'm Poseidon
Married to the rap game, you can bring the bride in
They say Drilla you so fly, like an airport
If you're wanna flatter, you better not sell me short
With your girl, stick it in, like a charging port
But you know I keep it wrapped, I can't pay child support
Nah, that was crazy, we say violations like that are treason
I said I don't do drugs, but the way you talking got me geeking
I spin the Block, do it twice, and I do it for no reason
I know you call me crazy, but I love to do it like i'm feinding
If you're a beast, you're a little one, hey
Don't look alike but, Drilla my son, aye
We fly the skies like in Top Gun, bang
Yeah, this part 2, but we ain't done, gang
Hey I don't know, but this been done
You catch me walking out in public, you say he's the one
You act like I don't notice what you've become
Looking dumb, looking stupid, looking like a bum, uh
No cap I really do this everyday
Only 1 percent of songs come out, so you can play
And it's really shaping up, I think this the one
It's so I can share my feelings in a way I can portray (no cap)
Messing with the country, guess you could call me Obama
Sliding in and out, catch me ducking with your mama
No we don't do drugs, talking not even marijuana
That girl call me crazy, but I'll blow you like Osama, hey
I can't hear you talk, caught you with that side eye
I'm a big dog, can't belittle me, you'll die trying
You little draw with chalk, I pity you, nah I'm lying
You gonna get cris rocked, beat you up, what I'm implying
If you're a beast, you're a little one, hey
Don't look alike but, Drilla my son, aye
We fly the skies like in Top Gun, bang
Yeah, this part 2, but we ain't done, gang
I feel magnificent but in a minute bad again
It's like the whole world against you, you can't win
All the money that I spent, it took me a minute
All the money that I spent, I made it back and 10 (aye)
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Devriendt
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