Serious

If you not inspired you should reassess
Went from needing checks dire to a CLS
To a Learjet higher to show yeah I'm blessed
But you know He test flesh we should get undressed
This is not a test, period look what I did
I'm so on top of their heads I'm at their wig
I know I gotta kill em instead I let em live
But you know ain't no telling or fear from where I'm is
Provocateur derogator in high couture
Cru in flute glass killer decor, Versace Store
A Poor mind but pour mine on the ground
For my niggas in the clouds who no longer around
No dumbing it down don't play that like I'm Homey D. Clown
Your homie a clown I wave he tried to show me a pound
I showed him around your hand ain't made for water or crowns
You struggling wow bet you learn what the oven is now
Been taking it light I'm a star Michael Jackson
And it's on the floor like I got that shit from acting
We don't get a cut it most likely will be action
We don't do the front just pull up and do the backend
My shooter a munch eat your lunch I call him Pac-Man
We ain't doing brunch fuck you thought bitch do a lap dance serious
Look what I've done the hoods in the front
The bag is in the trunk
Shopping spree the game few bags and then I'm done
Stop and see the change big cash you little bum
Premonitions ghetto wishes did I mention hella visions
And extensions gotta get it chase dreams getting riches
All my bitches getting niggas with office and position for not switching
Now they children get room for ambition bitch
Talk it like I live it ain't no fraudulence in lyrics
This what you get from pulling strings call me a ventriloquist serious
Look how I grew so good at what I do you think I'm one of you serious

Bitch how many times you say that you've been shown this
How many shots you'd say that yall done thrown missed?
Keep it a bone bitch yall wasn't on this
I can tell where you headed by your friend choice
I don't wanna talk I just hit em with an invoice
Niggas a take your last then sit and laugh when you ain't got shit
I'm studying your path where you went bad i sit and watch shit
7 go do your math I'm teaching class of higher optics
Your head is so up your ass stick up and grab just for some notches
Yall niggas in boxes I got this bitch I'm a locksmith
My niggas on blocks with a stocked fist for whoever's shopping
They call me a prophet I say I'm persistent
Fuck whoever aint listening
They barely be seeing the shit I do anyway kind of bad with the vision
But mine in a tunnel I come from the cold
Where he bundled with a bundle hustle for mind and soul
Where he unload and the gun blow knew it was time to go
I'm Rapunzel but it's cutthroat niggas be scared of rope
I'm trying to share the hope you can do everything for me to come but niggas be scared to go
That's why they proud of the one I've become and I need the bread before, serious



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