Ellen
Took a break
Now I'm back
I've evolved new attacks
No, I'm not from New Orleans
But they going to be like
Who's that
Oh my god
Run it back
I punch a line so hard
They don't know how to counter that
My flow so dope you overdose
Your mama like where the counselor at
I don't know I can't answer that
Ooh
I'm a handsome cat
Sorry for all of these random facts
Labels gone max out they salary cap
Just to get my John Hancock on they track
They say rap died I'm bringing it back
Hu hu hu
Beep
Now it's revived
I just say what's on mind
They say I'm one of a kind
Then I say, oh, you so kind
This is not my final form
I ain't even much trying
I know you heard it bout a hundred times
But iron sharpen up iron
This is not my final form
I ain't even much trying
I know you heard it bout the hundred times
But iron sharpen up iron
Yeah
Haha
I think I made a chorus
Ate the beat so gracefully I turned that to a full course
Yeah, I'm Scottie on a golf course
And you're Scottie on the ball court
And your girl is Scottie's wife off court
Wow
Was that a low blow
I don't know bro
But I got a big brain like Mojo Jojo
My buddy still rep that Rojo
I prayed that he don't get 187 by the Po Po
Or 1053 by a Cholo ah
Man down, man down
Please come and get 'em
Possible victim I see nobody with 'em
What happened to the shooters that you had with you
Who all said they ready to Steve Nash with you
But instead of pass with you
They laugh at you
Laying face down on the avenue
You got your whole booty showing people passing through
And nan one of your friends tried grabbing you
Yea
You reduced to a joke now
Uh
Your friends hope that you're croaked now
Huh
Ain't a whole lot of hope now
Mmh
Might as well be a pope now
Oh
Your Ol' Lady turned hoe now
Heh
Heard she went and did the hoedown
Got hooked on the snow now
Heard she "wind" and blew bro down
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth
As it is in heaven
No, I'm not your reverend
But I still do good deeds
And I still teach good lessons
Fred Hammond told me no weapons
But I stay teched-up like Draymond
I put a beat behind bars like a felon
My flo get mean like Ellen
But I'm not that generous
I get a beat off the internet
I just start killing it
I'm a degenerate
The way that I structure these sentences
I'm like a chick on her period
Period
Period
Period
Period
I swear that I'm degenerate
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Now I'm back
I've evolved new attacks
No, I'm not from New Orleans
But they going to be like
Who's that
Oh my god
Run it back
I punch a line so hard
They don't know how to counter that
My flow so dope you overdose
Your mama like where the counselor at
I don't know I can't answer that
Ooh
I'm a handsome cat
Sorry for all of these random facts
Labels gone max out they salary cap
Just to get my John Hancock on they track
They say rap died I'm bringing it back
Hu hu hu
Beep
Now it's revived
I just say what's on mind
They say I'm one of a kind
Then I say, oh, you so kind
This is not my final form
I ain't even much trying
I know you heard it bout a hundred times
But iron sharpen up iron
This is not my final form
I ain't even much trying
I know you heard it bout the hundred times
But iron sharpen up iron
Yeah
Haha
I think I made a chorus
Ate the beat so gracefully I turned that to a full course
Yeah, I'm Scottie on a golf course
And you're Scottie on the ball court
And your girl is Scottie's wife off court
Wow
Was that a low blow
I don't know bro
But I got a big brain like Mojo Jojo
My buddy still rep that Rojo
I prayed that he don't get 187 by the Po Po
Or 1053 by a Cholo ah
Man down, man down
Please come and get 'em
Possible victim I see nobody with 'em
What happened to the shooters that you had with you
Who all said they ready to Steve Nash with you
But instead of pass with you
They laugh at you
Laying face down on the avenue
You got your whole booty showing people passing through
And nan one of your friends tried grabbing you
Yea
You reduced to a joke now
Uh
Your friends hope that you're croaked now
Huh
Ain't a whole lot of hope now
Mmh
Might as well be a pope now
Oh
Your Ol' Lady turned hoe now
Heh
Heard she went and did the hoedown
Got hooked on the snow now
Heard she "wind" and blew bro down
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth
As it is in heaven
No, I'm not your reverend
But I still do good deeds
And I still teach good lessons
Fred Hammond told me no weapons
But I stay teched-up like Draymond
I put a beat behind bars like a felon
My flo get mean like Ellen
But I'm not that generous
I get a beat off the internet
I just start killing it
I'm a degenerate
The way that I structure these sentences
I'm like a chick on her period
Period
Period
Period
Period
I swear that I'm degenerate
Generate
Generate
Generate
Generate
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Writer(s): Norman Deon Darnell Sanchez
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