NOTHING ALIKE
Yeah
R.P in this bitch
Yeah
Look
Won't chase no hoe what I'm telling you
Nah
Can't put no bitch over revenue
She do it all but won't tell the truth
Been thru it all and from hell I flew
Back to the top of the mountain
Soaring
Your flow like work for accountants
Boring
Haters stay running they mouth
Blow me
Claim that's what you really bout
Show me
Boy cut it you don't really live what you rapping
I've done it if I ever said it it happened
I'm done with these goofy lil boys who be capping
Be running through all of they hoes who attractive
We nothing alike
I don't rap for reactions
The King of the mic
My last name should be Jackson
You stay for the night
Better suck it with passion
Know hoes from my past I ain't bluffing go ask em'
Like that
Yea
Me and you nothing alike
Prices been low for the summer
The harvest incoming
I don't got a reason to hike
Mean lil jawn but with me she polite
Met in Miami and cancelled the flight
Whole lotta strong with the trone got me nice
Too many songs I been keeping on ice
Drop time, fully loaded bitch I'm locked in
On go word to bro hella options
Eight sided red shape couldn't stop him
Ain't go on one date still popped it
Topless topping she toxic
Drop pins drop in regardless
Thotting but she a Goddess
Modest but she ain't honest
Nah
Lie way too much to be credible
Lines getting blurred hardly legible
Annoying at times but it's pleasurable
Way out of line it ain't measurable
Nah
Big waste of time what we headed for
When the talk real don't need metaphors
Independent no deal what I'm heading towards
Being honest don't know what I met her for
Won't chase no hoe what I'm telling you
Can't put no bitch over revenue
She do it all but won't tell the truth
Been thru it all and from hell I flew
Back to the top of the mountain
Soaring
Your flow like work for accountants
Boring
Haters stay running they mouth
Blow me
Claim that's what you really bout
Show me
Boy cut it you don't really live what you rapping
I've done it if I ever said it it happened
I'm done with these goofy lil boys who be capping
Be running through all of they hoes who attractive
We nothing alike
I don't rap for reactions
The King of the mic
My last name should be Jackson
You stay for the night
Better suck it with passion
Know hoes from my past I ain't bluffing go ask em'
Like that
Yea
R.P in this bitch
Yeah
Look
Won't chase no hoe what I'm telling you
Nah
Can't put no bitch over revenue
She do it all but won't tell the truth
Been thru it all and from hell I flew
Back to the top of the mountain
Soaring
Your flow like work for accountants
Boring
Haters stay running they mouth
Blow me
Claim that's what you really bout
Show me
Boy cut it you don't really live what you rapping
I've done it if I ever said it it happened
I'm done with these goofy lil boys who be capping
Be running through all of they hoes who attractive
We nothing alike
I don't rap for reactions
The King of the mic
My last name should be Jackson
You stay for the night
Better suck it with passion
Know hoes from my past I ain't bluffing go ask em'
Like that
Yea
Me and you nothing alike
Prices been low for the summer
The harvest incoming
I don't got a reason to hike
Mean lil jawn but with me she polite
Met in Miami and cancelled the flight
Whole lotta strong with the trone got me nice
Too many songs I been keeping on ice
Drop time, fully loaded bitch I'm locked in
On go word to bro hella options
Eight sided red shape couldn't stop him
Ain't go on one date still popped it
Topless topping she toxic
Drop pins drop in regardless
Thotting but she a Goddess
Modest but she ain't honest
Nah
Lie way too much to be credible
Lines getting blurred hardly legible
Annoying at times but it's pleasurable
Way out of line it ain't measurable
Nah
Big waste of time what we headed for
When the talk real don't need metaphors
Independent no deal what I'm heading towards
Being honest don't know what I met her for
Won't chase no hoe what I'm telling you
Can't put no bitch over revenue
She do it all but won't tell the truth
Been thru it all and from hell I flew
Back to the top of the mountain
Soaring
Your flow like work for accountants
Boring
Haters stay running they mouth
Blow me
Claim that's what you really bout
Show me
Boy cut it you don't really live what you rapping
I've done it if I ever said it it happened
I'm done with these goofy lil boys who be capping
Be running through all of they hoes who attractive
We nothing alike
I don't rap for reactions
The King of the mic
My last name should be Jackson
You stay for the night
Better suck it with passion
Know hoes from my past I ain't bluffing go ask em'
Like that
Yea
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Writer(s): Paul Roldan
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