Poetic (Remastered)
Yeah, yeah
My pockets be filled to the brim
Niggas be speaking my name
They talkin' too hot on the net
Shorty, she buggin
Bout dissing a luh niggas Grind
And my diamonds, they light up the sky
I'mma thief in the night
I'm swiper, I'm swiping
Got my pen and my paper
I'm writing, I'm writing
They said that I rap too aggresive
Finally back in the booth
I'm feeling nostalgic
And you know I'm a mythologic creature
Some might say that I drool and I rap
Take my fist and I grip up his shirt
They was talkin' too low on my surname
She said that she fuck with the wordplay
Well, I fuck with the beat and the flow
I'm really a poet like Shakespeare
Huh, you might wanna study the flow
Got my diamonds, they black and they white
And you know that they blend with the snow
Niggas be hatin', they doin' too much
I'm makin' bread while y'all niggas gamin
More of a menace than Dennis the Menace
She fuck with the flow, she done called me a menace
Oh, you got asthma
Bet you can't do it how I do it
Have you huffin' and puffin' like Beckham
Whip out my book and I'm riding ham
Damn
Shorty, she lovin' the drip, huh
She fuck with the style we lit
Hop in the whip, we cruisin' all night
Diamonds, they flashin' through cameras
Like a light, we gon' flip on the switch
I'm up and comin', we finna get rich
Shoutout to niggass who's postin' my shit
Shoutout to n****s that hate, they really be doin' the shit
You know I'm a hero like Hercules
Got my money, they dancin', they love me
Like your wife, I'ma buy her a drink
this aint drill just a hip-hop thing, you know that I talk
As good as a pastor, huh
Run up them hundreds, I might be your master
Like Master Wu, we spittin' and spittin' this shit
Up in the booth, up in the booth
We comin' in hot like a fireball
Shorty said that she love me, she lyin', dawg
Got this ice on my neck like a mad dog
Fightin' fire with fire, we mad dogs
And my path is unclear like a thick fog
Huh, like a thick fog
Yeah
Damn
Shorty, she lovin' the drip, huh
She fuck with the style we lit
Hop in the whip, we cruisin' all night
Diamonds, they flashin' through cameras
Like a light, we gon' flip on the switch
I'm up and comin', we finna get rich
Shoutout to niggas who's postin' my shit
Shoutout to niggas that hate, they really be doin' this shit
Yeah
They really be doin' this shit
Yeah
Ayy, yo, Paris
My pockets be filled to the brim
Niggas be speaking my name
They talkin' too hot on the net
Shorty, she buggin
Bout dissing a luh niggas Grind
And my diamonds, they light up the sky
I'mma thief in the night
I'm swiper, I'm swiping
Got my pen and my paper
I'm writing, I'm writing
They said that I rap too aggresive
Finally back in the booth
I'm feeling nostalgic
And you know I'm a mythologic creature
Some might say that I drool and I rap
Take my fist and I grip up his shirt
They was talkin' too low on my surname
She said that she fuck with the wordplay
Well, I fuck with the beat and the flow
I'm really a poet like Shakespeare
Huh, you might wanna study the flow
Got my diamonds, they black and they white
And you know that they blend with the snow
Niggas be hatin', they doin' too much
I'm makin' bread while y'all niggas gamin
More of a menace than Dennis the Menace
She fuck with the flow, she done called me a menace
Oh, you got asthma
Bet you can't do it how I do it
Have you huffin' and puffin' like Beckham
Whip out my book and I'm riding ham
Damn
Shorty, she lovin' the drip, huh
She fuck with the style we lit
Hop in the whip, we cruisin' all night
Diamonds, they flashin' through cameras
Like a light, we gon' flip on the switch
I'm up and comin', we finna get rich
Shoutout to niggass who's postin' my shit
Shoutout to n****s that hate, they really be doin' the shit
You know I'm a hero like Hercules
Got my money, they dancin', they love me
Like your wife, I'ma buy her a drink
this aint drill just a hip-hop thing, you know that I talk
As good as a pastor, huh
Run up them hundreds, I might be your master
Like Master Wu, we spittin' and spittin' this shit
Up in the booth, up in the booth
We comin' in hot like a fireball
Shorty said that she love me, she lyin', dawg
Got this ice on my neck like a mad dog
Fightin' fire with fire, we mad dogs
And my path is unclear like a thick fog
Huh, like a thick fog
Yeah
Damn
Shorty, she lovin' the drip, huh
She fuck with the style we lit
Hop in the whip, we cruisin' all night
Diamonds, they flashin' through cameras
Like a light, we gon' flip on the switch
I'm up and comin', we finna get rich
Shoutout to niggas who's postin' my shit
Shoutout to niggas that hate, they really be doin' this shit
Yeah
They really be doin' this shit
Yeah
Ayy, yo, Paris
Credits
Writer(s): Kedar B, Kedar Bryan
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