THE UNIDENTIFIED FLOWING OBJECT
The Unidentified Flowing Object
Representing for the Eastside this for my projects
Pussy rappers throwing peace signs I'm throwing hard lefts
Rolling gas in this cigar this here is no contest
Tar babies turn to stars switching up
Feds notice the cars
Can't even put in work no more they be knowing it's ours
Round of applause loud claps turn you to a loud pack
Foldable stocks 223's push the crowd back
Scrape the numbers off the glock
Writing till I know it's hot
This ain't ever gon' stop
Drop the raw into the pot
Thuggin' descendants of Pac
Fuck if you like it or not
My youth calls it a chop
Real niggas back in the spot
I'm getting better at putting these words together
I'm fucking best friends you know birds of a feather
Fun to watch like Luka hard drive and a computer
I ain't rapping for the users never hung out with the losers
I'm a simple man not a simp
This a bop not a limp 3 shots 3 seconds 3 meters no he thin
They play my verses back like holy shit not again
Never fails dap me up in person like you got it twin
But rap ain't get me out the jects a farmer did
I looked up to the connects not the artists
Poor up in my jects can't afford to wear the best
I hit the floor and ask the Lord how we got into this mess
Fuck the right and the left throw some ice up on your chest
Bitches love money and violence is all niggas respect
Want a show send me half
When it's done send the rest
Want some work pay the cash
Buy a load and pay the less, that's real talk
Representing for the Eastside this for my projects
Pussy rappers throwing peace signs I'm throwing hard lefts
Rolling gas in this cigar this here is no contest
Tar babies turn to stars switching up
Feds notice the cars
Can't even put in work no more they be knowing it's ours
Round of applause loud claps turn you to a loud pack
Foldable stocks 223's push the crowd back
Scrape the numbers off the glock
Writing till I know it's hot
This ain't ever gon' stop
Drop the raw into the pot
Thuggin' descendants of Pac
Fuck if you like it or not
My youth calls it a chop
Real niggas back in the spot
I'm getting better at putting these words together
I'm fucking best friends you know birds of a feather
Fun to watch like Luka hard drive and a computer
I ain't rapping for the users never hung out with the losers
I'm a simple man not a simp
This a bop not a limp 3 shots 3 seconds 3 meters no he thin
They play my verses back like holy shit not again
Never fails dap me up in person like you got it twin
But rap ain't get me out the jects a farmer did
I looked up to the connects not the artists
Poor up in my jects can't afford to wear the best
I hit the floor and ask the Lord how we got into this mess
Fuck the right and the left throw some ice up on your chest
Bitches love money and violence is all niggas respect
Want a show send me half
When it's done send the rest
Want some work pay the cash
Buy a load and pay the less, that's real talk
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony N Ortiz, Nicolas Donati
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