Break It Down
Build myself up then break myself down
I'm free balling nuts hanging in a crowded town
Walk around the city like it's a ghost town
Saturdays in cities I be active downtown
Got the shot off intellect count down
Now it's getting serious we not playing around
My love for the hoop roots to the park playground
And I'm walking talking we can have a showdown
Quiet on my mind as I lay another sonnet
Activate my freakiness I call that shit my Giannis
Freaky words are getting loose the flow is spooky haunted
Breaking down God intuition I feel it corresponding
Lemme find my voice then let a nigga flaunt it
That's the sky's trumpets playing in the ear
Fine women shaking ass put my lust in the fear
Stacking real dinero because I know I'm top tier
Mind drives on manual perfectly switching gears
Choppa and that Baby shit I walk a road so narrow
Eyes always fiending to see under apparel
Of the fine ladies my heart really don't care though
If it ever gets too deep she singing carol's
I'm loading up the eight
Man I'm loading up the eight
Broke lil momma down cuz the cake wit little waist
Clean wiping dirt on my past time slates
Renting real estate breathing I meditate
Giving God my energy he give me five by five space
Somedays I pitch thoughts somedays I contemplate
What I want outta life it's deeper than just dominate
Build up myself then I break myself down
Free balling don't give no fucks in crowded towns
Walking in the city like it's a ghost town
Saturdays in cities I be active downtown
Got the shot off intellect count down
Now it's getting serious we not playing around
My love for the hoop root to the park playground
Yeah we can have a little showdown
Cuz life be a bitch and homie prolly switch and wifey prolly snitch
Or maybe reverse it this the glitch in glitch
Warlock shit fuck it maybe I'm a witch
I'm a champ scrapping pain because I really never miss
This that double fist sipping it's like plenty champagne and henny
Are you not entertained?
You too crooked and too sweet mothafucking candy cane
Breaking down my name
Revenge mode never complained
I got some Tiller tales I see how my ex's changed
Fuck feelings I'm just stepping on them chartered planes man
Still getting buckets and I put it in my own domaine
That's a new rap game are you not entertained
I been breaking it down
Breaking it down
I'm free balling nuts hanging in a crowded town
Walk around the city like it's a ghost town
Saturdays in cities I be active downtown
Got the shot off intellect count down
Now it's getting serious we not playing around
My love for the hoop roots to the park playground
And I'm walking talking we can have a showdown
Quiet on my mind as I lay another sonnet
Activate my freakiness I call that shit my Giannis
Freaky words are getting loose the flow is spooky haunted
Breaking down God intuition I feel it corresponding
Lemme find my voice then let a nigga flaunt it
That's the sky's trumpets playing in the ear
Fine women shaking ass put my lust in the fear
Stacking real dinero because I know I'm top tier
Mind drives on manual perfectly switching gears
Choppa and that Baby shit I walk a road so narrow
Eyes always fiending to see under apparel
Of the fine ladies my heart really don't care though
If it ever gets too deep she singing carol's
I'm loading up the eight
Man I'm loading up the eight
Broke lil momma down cuz the cake wit little waist
Clean wiping dirt on my past time slates
Renting real estate breathing I meditate
Giving God my energy he give me five by five space
Somedays I pitch thoughts somedays I contemplate
What I want outta life it's deeper than just dominate
Build up myself then I break myself down
Free balling don't give no fucks in crowded towns
Walking in the city like it's a ghost town
Saturdays in cities I be active downtown
Got the shot off intellect count down
Now it's getting serious we not playing around
My love for the hoop root to the park playground
Yeah we can have a little showdown
Cuz life be a bitch and homie prolly switch and wifey prolly snitch
Or maybe reverse it this the glitch in glitch
Warlock shit fuck it maybe I'm a witch
I'm a champ scrapping pain because I really never miss
This that double fist sipping it's like plenty champagne and henny
Are you not entertained?
You too crooked and too sweet mothafucking candy cane
Breaking down my name
Revenge mode never complained
I got some Tiller tales I see how my ex's changed
Fuck feelings I'm just stepping on them chartered planes man
Still getting buckets and I put it in my own domaine
That's a new rap game are you not entertained
I been breaking it down
Breaking it down
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Writer(s): Kobe King
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