GoGoGo!
I ain't tryna play no fucking games
No no no
No problems, talk to my face
Woah woah woah
Too long my energy's misplaced
Oh oh oh
Too often feeling outta space
Go go go
Certain sections got me feelin so damn maniacal
Leavin sessions thinkin oh damn I'm undeniable
Building skill sets, they all pliable
I'm liable, to let some fire go
This black and white like vitiligo
Either have the heat or not, it's tribal
got the dunk package and jello, like Michael
I'm no black Jesus, but I'm chilling with disciples
Tongue out and all
How I paint these verses keepin em enthralled
Poetry in motion, simply read then give applause
Chip on my shoulder, tryna shrug it off
But that lil bitch won't bugger off
So I guess I'll have to son em all
Son of him, son of who
Aw shit, fuck em all
I was born to ball, heed the call
herd the sheep, then we'll set it off
Bang
Nice young man
Out here doing my
Thang
I know you a fan
Better let this shit
Crank
So spick and span
I done found my
Range
Waka flocka jams
Goin hard in the paint
This is my time
Tappin wrists like Dame
Need a dolla head ass
Go to aloe with the pain, man
Fuck are we talking about
Everything in this world
And you're just going to sit there and watch
You better get moving
Get off your ass
Go Motherfucker, you better go
I ain't tryna play no fucking games
No, no, no
No problems, talk to my face
Woah, woah, woah
Too long my energy's misplaced
Oh, oh, oh
Too often feeling outta space
Go, go, go
No no no
No problems, talk to my face
Woah woah woah
Too long my energy's misplaced
Oh oh oh
Too often feeling outta space
Go go go
Certain sections got me feelin so damn maniacal
Leavin sessions thinkin oh damn I'm undeniable
Building skill sets, they all pliable
I'm liable, to let some fire go
This black and white like vitiligo
Either have the heat or not, it's tribal
got the dunk package and jello, like Michael
I'm no black Jesus, but I'm chilling with disciples
Tongue out and all
How I paint these verses keepin em enthralled
Poetry in motion, simply read then give applause
Chip on my shoulder, tryna shrug it off
But that lil bitch won't bugger off
So I guess I'll have to son em all
Son of him, son of who
Aw shit, fuck em all
I was born to ball, heed the call
herd the sheep, then we'll set it off
Bang
Nice young man
Out here doing my
Thang
I know you a fan
Better let this shit
Crank
So spick and span
I done found my
Range
Waka flocka jams
Goin hard in the paint
This is my time
Tappin wrists like Dame
Need a dolla head ass
Go to aloe with the pain, man
Fuck are we talking about
Everything in this world
And you're just going to sit there and watch
You better get moving
Get off your ass
Go Motherfucker, you better go
I ain't tryna play no fucking games
No, no, no
No problems, talk to my face
Woah, woah, woah
Too long my energy's misplaced
Oh, oh, oh
Too often feeling outta space
Go, go, go
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Writer(s): Wyatt Farrington
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