Rod Strickland
I don't even argue I block niggas
I even took my day one brother out the frame like a cropped picture
Come from under the shirt like shoplifting
The number one wizard like Rod Strickland
Spin you like the car drifting
Big tipper left a hundred for the bar tender
No hard feelings I invest in equipment at Guitar Center
Allah sent him it's quite obvious
Im'a short nigga with a whole lot of confidence
I need them riches I came from poverty papo
I got the perfect popularity I know you scared of me
Scam a nigga for everything he got send it to charity
Apparently one Lordy is not enough y'all need a pair of me
Sometimes I got bad days where my account look like a parody
It's a pure joke think you fucking with me your sniffing pure coke
Here go Ankh back with the braggadocius raps they don't like that
Sign a nigga to Block a Fella Records I ain't even right back
This won't require a hook just a slight jab
Zab Judah throw the ones in the sky get her ass moving, yo
Yeah
It's a lot of niggas that fronted on Ankh
It's either that or they don't want it with Ankh
My resume like Howard Hughes it started with a vision
Then it turned out to a power move Kyle Kuzma
Shit on niggas with a weak bowel movement
Nigga how foolish you could ever be?
I was weak in my thoughts here go a better me
Dopamphetamine you got no rhetoric I ain't accepting
Give a nigga the elbow like the Tik Tok dance
Hip Hop fans be the reason I get rich out France
It's a virus out gotta wash ya hands she touched me
Gave her the pissed off glance
You's a clown nigga trying to replicate the Jigsaw man
And I don't even respect it yeah
My grandma used to make me watch Hannibal Lecter
Thats why I'm not socially accepted
I was born a legend can't say the same for you
It's the opposite you was born a peasant
It's hard to move around in a crowed room that's a hoarder reference
The boarder protected off Donald Trump rules fuck dude
I fell in love with Hip Hop the first time I seen Crush Grove
They label me as Him I don't really got much to prove yeah
Why I walk around like I ain't got much to lose? yeah
Fuck that where my bread?
I even took my day one brother out the frame like a cropped picture
Come from under the shirt like shoplifting
The number one wizard like Rod Strickland
Spin you like the car drifting
Big tipper left a hundred for the bar tender
No hard feelings I invest in equipment at Guitar Center
Allah sent him it's quite obvious
Im'a short nigga with a whole lot of confidence
I need them riches I came from poverty papo
I got the perfect popularity I know you scared of me
Scam a nigga for everything he got send it to charity
Apparently one Lordy is not enough y'all need a pair of me
Sometimes I got bad days where my account look like a parody
It's a pure joke think you fucking with me your sniffing pure coke
Here go Ankh back with the braggadocius raps they don't like that
Sign a nigga to Block a Fella Records I ain't even right back
This won't require a hook just a slight jab
Zab Judah throw the ones in the sky get her ass moving, yo
Yeah
It's a lot of niggas that fronted on Ankh
It's either that or they don't want it with Ankh
My resume like Howard Hughes it started with a vision
Then it turned out to a power move Kyle Kuzma
Shit on niggas with a weak bowel movement
Nigga how foolish you could ever be?
I was weak in my thoughts here go a better me
Dopamphetamine you got no rhetoric I ain't accepting
Give a nigga the elbow like the Tik Tok dance
Hip Hop fans be the reason I get rich out France
It's a virus out gotta wash ya hands she touched me
Gave her the pissed off glance
You's a clown nigga trying to replicate the Jigsaw man
And I don't even respect it yeah
My grandma used to make me watch Hannibal Lecter
Thats why I'm not socially accepted
I was born a legend can't say the same for you
It's the opposite you was born a peasant
It's hard to move around in a crowed room that's a hoarder reference
The boarder protected off Donald Trump rules fuck dude
I fell in love with Hip Hop the first time I seen Crush Grove
They label me as Him I don't really got much to prove yeah
Why I walk around like I ain't got much to lose? yeah
Fuck that where my bread?
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Writer(s): John Anthony Tucker, Bradley Hunt
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