Safehouse
• Written by D
I'm the best you can't top this
Your future son gonna wanna cop this
Don't remember my name expect a diss
Have an attitude and get hit with fist
This all to my so called teacher
In the future she'll want me to feed her
Never cared so I'll leave her
In the dust when she gonna need him'
My game is sick, I have a fever
I ball you the cheerleader
I keep on going I know what I'm doing
I'm in the zone, I'm sick of losing
Like I'm the Lakers hearing all the booing
But I'm too strong, I'm manuevering
Wake me up, cock a doodling
What do you have to do with me
I speak your brain, fluently
Niggas wish they would be as cool as me
They wanna be a real baller
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D
Member since August 31 2014