BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- You niggas don't even know
- All that talk then no show
- Cannot tell me nothin'
- Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
- That hoe want my piccolo
- Smoking on that mistletoe
- Make her kiss all on it while we cha cha, but on 24's
- She look like a centerfold
- Mouth all on my genitals
- Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals
- I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles
- Poke her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule
- Rolling up them vegetables
- Rapping with that special flow
- Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4
- I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
- Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
- Now I sell out all my shows
- Used to sell out all my blow
- That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll a 4
- Now a nigga livin' good
- I done made it out the hood
- Think I'm goin' back?
- I wish a motherfucker would
- Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well
- For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell
- When you're getting money, nigga, every day is sunny
- I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail
- Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch
- To show and tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail
- Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as fuck
- Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer
- With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I don't even want
- The Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah)
- Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips
- Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick
- Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
- Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
- Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
- But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would
- Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya
- Life can end in vain before the end is near
- See I can hear you crying
- Silence sittin' in the dark
- Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart
- Sin is such a work of art
- Watch out for the love lost
- Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand
- Things a nigga do for thousands
- Made a million counting sheep
- Gave it all to public housin'
- Taking off to Abu Dhabi
- Beamin' up the motor, Scotty
- Talking to promoters, Scotty
- Everybody know it's Gotti
- Murder one, you've heard of them
- The Revenant, the all day madness
- Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress
- Big power, big stages
- My zoo cannot fit the cages
- This booth is not used to fakin'
- My crew just love confrontation
- I chewed the face off the laces
- I moved the weight from the waitress
- I chef the pot that made poison
- I cooked then tipped all the patients
- My bitch is way beyond basic
- That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance
- Aye, look what I ain't doin'
- Aye, ridin' in foreigns
- Aye, K Dot, four years, I got the same watch
- But it's the real watch and that bitch fire
- Speed Racer waitin' outside
- The roof on it like a tank top
- Countin' money, watchin' paint dry
- When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh
- Listen
- I wish a motherfuckin' would
- Brown, I had to put my foot down
- So I could pop in the clutch
- Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust
- You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?
- And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge
- You a mouse that the falcon picked up
- So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month
- I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck
- And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight
- Less than deadweight, never been a problem to dump
- Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough
- I keep it dirty as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff
- I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club
- I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must
- It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your dubs
- Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks
- Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts
- You've been the same motherfucker since 2001
- Well it's the left handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump
- I'm at your house like, "why you got your couch on my Chucks"
- Motherfucker
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