Jane Fonda

Mayday

There were snakes in the grass in the garden of Eden
So I can't be surprised by the treason
We not going back and forth, I don't care bout the reason
Pop at you pussies, not sexually pleasing
The blick quick to show, nina not with the teasing
No, no, nina not with the teasing
She like to talk to the self-righteous heathens
The most self-righteous of heathens

Cutting and slicing, we leave all the lesions
Give me the rock Tyrese Maxey a defense
Saying rap niggas on my level, that's a pretense
Won a three-peat, smokin Phil Jack's incense
I'm Mike without the break, I could probably win eight straight
Little less underground, still leave no debate
I was giving features for the low, you didn't cop your mistake
My money clean now, I ain't washing like a paper plate
Neck cold as Minnesota, Jewlery box a Great Lake
Mayday, Chris Paul, throw it up, I'm Blake
To walk in my red bottoms, do you know what it take
Reppin Highly Favored and I put that on Christ sake
How am I the rookie, the vet, and the next great
Got em on the edge, how much can they even take
So much beef, know my way around a stake
Don't eat pork, so the pigs gon have to wait

First degree on the beat, I'm like "sorry your honor"
Wanna bond out, they won't let me
If we're talking biggest shooters, me, KD, Wembanyama
HF, KD, Wemby
Hit a bitch like you put a strap-on on Ronda
Waist slim, ass hefty
Put more hoes on their side than the old Jane Fonda

Start a controversy like my mama named Donda
Still ain't tell Dianah I was trapping out the Honda
I was really going to work whippin granny lil Elantra
I bought all the equipment I didn't have a sponsor
I don't know a benefactor, I don't know a label
I don't want the percentage getting cut like cable
Keep the money high and tight, never losing my cradle
Getting to the cream, to the cheese, no bagel
I'm water to the diet, I'm something like a staple
They was rooting till I lapped em, now they getting hatful
I never switched up on niggas, they just ungrateful
They still down bad, I'm just paid full
I'm still top dog, you're just young bull
If we're having a flex-off, your bitch i'm gonna pull
I done took the rest off all of my schedule
I am the black sheep, this a different kind of wool
Different kind of fabric, stuntin' is a habit
Could donate my wrist to a sanctuary for rabbit
God forgive me for enabling all the addicts
The price I pay is picking tones on a patek
I'm tryna be a role model, told the kids stop sippin dratic
Told em put the guns down, stop with all the static
Fire in the church, I create a panic
I ain't never asked for money, I only demand it

First degree on the beat, I'm like "sorry your honor"
Wanna bond out, they won't let me
If we're talking biggest shooters, me, KD, Wembanyama
HF, KD, Wemby
Hit a bitch like you put a strap-on on Ronda
Waist slim, ass hefty
Put more hoes on their side than the old Jane Fonda



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Writer(s): Ryan Kata
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