MAD WOOZY
Throwin 10 on the ground feelin mad woozy
Laid back with ya aunt boutta shoot a movie
Triple X rated feet up in the blue ksubi's
Y'all sum chickens i'm a eagle shittin 2 rubies
She a snack so that make me Scooby
No disrespect, i seen ya baby mama gotta huge booty
Kinda moody, hammer down like Judy
Lazy boy recline, spittin grime hock tooie
98 m-p-h drinkin Alizé
The pearl paint wraith glowin, make da tide change
Bumpin Drain top down, speakers boutta break
Smokin somethin for the pain i don't know the name
Smokin somethin for the pain i don't know the name
I'm takin bumps wit a Prada spoon
Do alot of product pretty often, gotta stop it soon
Rocket in the pocket, copped it in the afternoon
Comin home to naked models cleanin up my living room
Ain't alive, still the coldest guy you ever seen
I'll kick yo shit round da field like im wearin cleets
Hand on da mic, while the other start another beat
I'm trashin little baggies in da Escalade limousine
Cuz ima fiend for dis shit, what u thought i wasn't?
Your life nothin, yo bitch and you resemble cousins
You gettin beamed talkin like you was a man or somethin
I got Russian 10s flockin by da baker dozen
I got Russian 10s flockin by da baker dozen
I lease a 73 Chevy Caprice
Put a bomb in the seat, and drive fast at police
You ain't movin cuz you lackin the grease
A maniac in da sheets
Ever lastin neva lackin the cash, i preach
Fuck peace, kill people on the regularo
Packin 7 guns, stickin up a packed Valero
Stack dinero blowin up like a red barrel
Da "Rap Pharaoh" on a path like a deck of Tarot
Nah, you ain't seen what i seen
A dime a dozen hoes throwin pantyhose wen i lean
But ima cease to exist, i ain't pickin dimensions
You could call it what u want, dis divine intervention
Bitch
You could call it what u want, dis divine intervention
Fuck the fame, i just wanna get away with murder
Shapeshiftin on tha mic like im zuckerberg-er
And wen i pop i'm goin through the ceiling and the girder
Now take u mangy ass to work, gimme a cheeseburger
Evil doer, i don't need no fuckin practice
Higher than a god bitch, i'm "Ancient Lord Abraxis"
Navigate the game with cold calculated tactics
I made it to the ship now i'm the captain
Controllin damage with Gammage, prepare the planet for
Doom
Take da trash to the dump and send they soul to the moon
Not the time to be petty, this be one for the books
My Manifesto a deep dive in the mind of a crook
Laid back with ya aunt boutta shoot a movie
Triple X rated feet up in the blue ksubi's
Y'all sum chickens i'm a eagle shittin 2 rubies
She a snack so that make me Scooby
No disrespect, i seen ya baby mama gotta huge booty
Kinda moody, hammer down like Judy
Lazy boy recline, spittin grime hock tooie
98 m-p-h drinkin Alizé
The pearl paint wraith glowin, make da tide change
Bumpin Drain top down, speakers boutta break
Smokin somethin for the pain i don't know the name
Smokin somethin for the pain i don't know the name
I'm takin bumps wit a Prada spoon
Do alot of product pretty often, gotta stop it soon
Rocket in the pocket, copped it in the afternoon
Comin home to naked models cleanin up my living room
Ain't alive, still the coldest guy you ever seen
I'll kick yo shit round da field like im wearin cleets
Hand on da mic, while the other start another beat
I'm trashin little baggies in da Escalade limousine
Cuz ima fiend for dis shit, what u thought i wasn't?
Your life nothin, yo bitch and you resemble cousins
You gettin beamed talkin like you was a man or somethin
I got Russian 10s flockin by da baker dozen
I got Russian 10s flockin by da baker dozen
I lease a 73 Chevy Caprice
Put a bomb in the seat, and drive fast at police
You ain't movin cuz you lackin the grease
A maniac in da sheets
Ever lastin neva lackin the cash, i preach
Fuck peace, kill people on the regularo
Packin 7 guns, stickin up a packed Valero
Stack dinero blowin up like a red barrel
Da "Rap Pharaoh" on a path like a deck of Tarot
Nah, you ain't seen what i seen
A dime a dozen hoes throwin pantyhose wen i lean
But ima cease to exist, i ain't pickin dimensions
You could call it what u want, dis divine intervention
Bitch
You could call it what u want, dis divine intervention
Fuck the fame, i just wanna get away with murder
Shapeshiftin on tha mic like im zuckerberg-er
And wen i pop i'm goin through the ceiling and the girder
Now take u mangy ass to work, gimme a cheeseburger
Evil doer, i don't need no fuckin practice
Higher than a god bitch, i'm "Ancient Lord Abraxis"
Navigate the game with cold calculated tactics
I made it to the ship now i'm the captain
Controllin damage with Gammage, prepare the planet for
Doom
Take da trash to the dump and send they soul to the moon
Not the time to be petty, this be one for the books
My Manifesto a deep dive in the mind of a crook
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Writer(s): Tanner Petulla
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