Muddy Style
What is we doing if it ain't 'bout money I'm moving
I take this shit to the max
But I ain't got time for goofies
Working the grave I fuck with the spirits
My pockets resemble the morgue
I'm loving the flights remember the nights
We stuck in the Heights in a Honda Accord
My foot on the board I don't do churches no more
But I send my thanks to the Lord
I'm keeping the torch thought about passing before
But fuck it it's mission abort
This 30 club nigga welcome to the black Bar Mitzvah
I can step into a prostitute ring
And still ain't nobody fucking with me
I like my women bougie and my liquor chilled
Don't try to step inside the shoes if you can't foot the bill
I let my progress do the talking that's that sex appeal
Eat it in the backseat of my Chevy that's a meal on wheels
Still running for the gold
Lately I've been way too high niggas can't get it for the low
Took lows and we turned 'em into dubs
Sweet heart I'm just tryna show you love
All I wanna do is TLC
But you wanna keep fucking with them scrubs
Blank face for the dialogue niggas ain't talking bout much
All they wanna do is post and post up
Anyone can get schooled come and earn your degree
Mothafucka we ain't worried 'bout much
No crutch I've been walking my shit for a long time
Talking my shit for a long time
Working for that bank lil' nigga I don't need no cosign
Shout out to me I just hit 30 like Curry from three
Talk like I've been there before 'cause the wisdom as raw as my dick on the night we conceived
Niggas been watching me lately I see 'em
Salute me or you just might become a victim
'Cause trust me I got 'em if G told me get 'em
I'm running this shit call my flow diarrhea
100K on my whiteboard brainstorm then go work for it
The young god got hella drive but let the spirit guide me like a chauffeur
I'm tryna shake something like a V8
'Cause my young bull eating three hots
I gotta bring him home to a real plate
I'm the president of my mindstate
Smash sixteens no jail bait
If they ain't feeling me it's no offense to me
'Cause I'll fuck around and start masturbating
I take this shit to the max
But I ain't got time for goofies
Working the grave I fuck with the spirits
My pockets resemble the morgue
I'm loving the flights remember the nights
We stuck in the Heights in a Honda Accord
My foot on the board I don't do churches no more
But I send my thanks to the Lord
I'm keeping the torch thought about passing before
But fuck it it's mission abort
This 30 club nigga welcome to the black Bar Mitzvah
I can step into a prostitute ring
And still ain't nobody fucking with me
I like my women bougie and my liquor chilled
Don't try to step inside the shoes if you can't foot the bill
I let my progress do the talking that's that sex appeal
Eat it in the backseat of my Chevy that's a meal on wheels
Still running for the gold
Lately I've been way too high niggas can't get it for the low
Took lows and we turned 'em into dubs
Sweet heart I'm just tryna show you love
All I wanna do is TLC
But you wanna keep fucking with them scrubs
Blank face for the dialogue niggas ain't talking bout much
All they wanna do is post and post up
Anyone can get schooled come and earn your degree
Mothafucka we ain't worried 'bout much
No crutch I've been walking my shit for a long time
Talking my shit for a long time
Working for that bank lil' nigga I don't need no cosign
Shout out to me I just hit 30 like Curry from three
Talk like I've been there before 'cause the wisdom as raw as my dick on the night we conceived
Niggas been watching me lately I see 'em
Salute me or you just might become a victim
'Cause trust me I got 'em if G told me get 'em
I'm running this shit call my flow diarrhea
100K on my whiteboard brainstorm then go work for it
The young god got hella drive but let the spirit guide me like a chauffeur
I'm tryna shake something like a V8
'Cause my young bull eating three hots
I gotta bring him home to a real plate
I'm the president of my mindstate
Smash sixteens no jail bait
If they ain't feeling me it's no offense to me
'Cause I'll fuck around and start masturbating
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Writer(s): David Jenkins
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