bitch im the shitt

Fake hoes

Jay rock got flows

This life i chose

Show me the stove

Posse hocking some flame flows

Here they keep a rachet close

Lets get high kill these lows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Started from the bottom, nigga, this ain't a life that i chose

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And it’s beautiful music made by our poetic flows,

Every one of my damn foes fails to land a jab close

These fuckin average joes can't touch my sporadic flows,

But some just like the feeling when they overdose and comatose,

Spirits shine, soul it glow,you reap what you sow, sip it up till overdose,

Just pick up the phone we can get through this together me 'n you both...

Every one of my damn foes fails to land a jab close

I be walkin' in those cyphers when i write this shit, my homie flows,

Droppp hit dat nae nae

Hopin' that my niggas see

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Baby i'mma dog so the hoes all flea

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Sort of like socrates in a prada tee

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three