Shinra Tensei
I get my pants tailored cuz I gotta flood a bit
I need my pockets fat, yeah they gotta flood a bit
This bitch is kinda bratty, yeah she throwing hissy fits
She not my main thang, so I ain't gon buy her shit
She looking at me crazy tryna tell me that she loves me
She getting really close but I ain't gon let her touch me
She just wants what's in my pocket
But she a thottie so I gotta tell her knock it, off
Yeah I'm not with the shits
They tell me go harder like I'm not doing it
Anime bands like Monkey D Luffy
I stretch my money while y'all looking goofy
Put a toe tag on the verse
Tryna put spinners on my hearse, yeah yeah
People talking shit like I'm not the hardest
Tryna light em niggas up like dracarys
Must be from Miami how I'm bringing the heat
You at home hating while you beating ya meat
Future uncertain like Larsa Pippen
In the kitchen cookin and whippin
Dallas, Texas, imma lone star
Fucking with my people won't get you far
Whippin Toyota like I got a great car
DUMBGOOD shit yeah we taking it to mars
Yeah, You thought I was done? everything I do is all for my son
Buy him some Crocs and we go to have fun
We just go to the beach and we lay in the sun
And if you find yourself needing help
Then you can just call me sensei
Don't need no negativity, I push it back like shinra tensei
[REVERSE VOCALS]
Them niggas said they wanna be like bradley
But you can't replicate this sadly
It's gonna be a cold cold summer
They said "how could you do this?" I respond and said "gladly"
They tryna press me like a Logitech but I don't give a frickin heck
Hit em with the blicky if I had one
Call a Nigga nicki cuz I have sons
Stuntin on these niggas like hot rod
These hoes fallin In love with the dad bod
And if you want some mo, come inside I got plenty to go, around
For all of you niggas
Don't push me to the edge or I'm pulling the trigger
One last time imma tell you niggas I don't want no negativity
If that makes sense and you can get behind it
Then you can come and chill with me
If you not rocking with that?
I don't know what to tell you, better hit the road Jack
I'm tryna see my flowers bloom
And that's real shit all printer no fax
Taking advil cuz you niggas are migraines
Call you Chris Angel cus you playing some mind games
We are not on the same level
Y'all swinging low, underground like the devil
Imma just pray for you cuz you need some Jesus
Read the commandments, see what the ten say
Y'all getting to close to me
Imma push y'all back like shinra tensei
I need my pockets fat, yeah they gotta flood a bit
This bitch is kinda bratty, yeah she throwing hissy fits
She not my main thang, so I ain't gon buy her shit
She looking at me crazy tryna tell me that she loves me
She getting really close but I ain't gon let her touch me
She just wants what's in my pocket
But she a thottie so I gotta tell her knock it, off
Yeah I'm not with the shits
They tell me go harder like I'm not doing it
Anime bands like Monkey D Luffy
I stretch my money while y'all looking goofy
Put a toe tag on the verse
Tryna put spinners on my hearse, yeah yeah
People talking shit like I'm not the hardest
Tryna light em niggas up like dracarys
Must be from Miami how I'm bringing the heat
You at home hating while you beating ya meat
Future uncertain like Larsa Pippen
In the kitchen cookin and whippin
Dallas, Texas, imma lone star
Fucking with my people won't get you far
Whippin Toyota like I got a great car
DUMBGOOD shit yeah we taking it to mars
Yeah, You thought I was done? everything I do is all for my son
Buy him some Crocs and we go to have fun
We just go to the beach and we lay in the sun
And if you find yourself needing help
Then you can just call me sensei
Don't need no negativity, I push it back like shinra tensei
[REVERSE VOCALS]
Them niggas said they wanna be like bradley
But you can't replicate this sadly
It's gonna be a cold cold summer
They said "how could you do this?" I respond and said "gladly"
They tryna press me like a Logitech but I don't give a frickin heck
Hit em with the blicky if I had one
Call a Nigga nicki cuz I have sons
Stuntin on these niggas like hot rod
These hoes fallin In love with the dad bod
And if you want some mo, come inside I got plenty to go, around
For all of you niggas
Don't push me to the edge or I'm pulling the trigger
One last time imma tell you niggas I don't want no negativity
If that makes sense and you can get behind it
Then you can come and chill with me
If you not rocking with that?
I don't know what to tell you, better hit the road Jack
I'm tryna see my flowers bloom
And that's real shit all printer no fax
Taking advil cuz you niggas are migraines
Call you Chris Angel cus you playing some mind games
We are not on the same level
Y'all swinging low, underground like the devil
Imma just pray for you cuz you need some Jesus
Read the commandments, see what the ten say
Y'all getting to close to me
Imma push y'all back like shinra tensei
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Writer(s): Okon M Essien
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