TAKE THE PLUNGE

I eat a hot snack, then shit a rhyme that make you flush
Buddy stop, back up, shit'll make you take the plunge
Number two to who?
None
But they know I ain't the one
Money new, few stunk, they gon' smell it when I'm done
On a run with my dawgs, y'all's went and pissed on the bed
Check the eses in my team like I'm Popovich
Son a rapper, raise the bar and drop it on they head
Something like your father did, uh, nah

Every day after work, I was in the lab
Worked a double feet hurt, still ran a track
Got caught by my manager, hiding in the back
He just said I'm fye, yerd
Must've heard the raps, uh

Bagging up your milk, I was tryna milk a bag
Out of every single job walking distance of the pad
Rose as a raff, so they treat me like Jack
And let me go, what's that about?
Now they yelling come back?

Threw me in the cold, I froze, now I got my own dough now
I ain't what you thought, sure as hell ain't who you know now
Bet you told a hoe that we bros hoping she might let you go down
She just say
"Oh, wow..."

Yeah, I'm from the tone, 210, shout the hometown
But don't hit the phone to put you on, you get toned out
And when I put the phone down, I'm busy with my soul pal
Or tryna lay a flow down
Other words

I eat a hot snack, then shit a rhyme that make you flush
Buddy stop, back up, shit'll make you take the plunge
Number two to who?
None
But they know I ain't the one
Money new, few stunk, they gon' smell it when I'm done
On a run with my dawgs, y'all's went and pissed on the bed
Check the eses in my team like I'm Popovich
Son a rapper, raise the bar and drop it on they head
Something like your father did

I was just another family fuck up, before the numbers jumped up
Now I've been on the come up, also where they got they thumb up
Let me sum up, I just run up, what they make a year in one month
Took a leap and then I swung up, that's how I got the one up

Got blood with hands cupped up, but they stood above us
And took from us while we had slept where the rug was
Yeah, I learned as a young one that blood ain't nothing but blood, son
It don't make you a loved one
Only blood that I trust is from the father above's son

I made a transition, had these bitches obsessed with my sex
Went from on the rag to rich, it put hair up on my chest
Men, women, transfixed on the boxes that I check
Cause docs say "He him." in the lab when they dissect

I've been on full send, uh
Step up in that bitch, they be like, "Who's him?"
No, this chicken ain't old, but it's blue strips
And my chick look good, baby, do a full spin
Cause I'm tryna eat a

Hot snack, then shit a rhyme that make you flush
Buddy stop, back up, shit'll make you take the plunge
Number two to who?
None
But they know I ain't the one
Money new, few stunk, they gon' smell it when I'm done
On a run with my dawgs, y'all's went and pissed on the bed
Check the eses in my team like I'm Popovich
Son a rapper, raise the bar and drop it on they head
Something like your father did

I eat a hot snack, then shit a rhyme that make you flush
Buddy stop, back up, shit'll make you take the plunge
Number two to who?
None
But they know I ain't the one
Money new, few stunk, they gon' smell it when I'm done
On a run with my dawgs, y'all's went and pissed on the bed
Check the eses in my team like I'm Popovich
Son a rapper, raise the bar and drop it on they head
Something like your father did



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Writer(s): Roger Ramos
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