What's a thought, my nigga?
We don't think, nigga
Pray (woo!)
Yeah, 'cause I got a lot of questions
I'd rather ask first, I don't wanna second guess shit
Tell me why these niggas pride is bigger than they work ethic
Bad at they struggle, but don't hustle to earn cheddar
I work, get up early to earn the first letter
A+ effort, I know I deserve better
My nerves messed up, I burn better, the herbs get us
High enough to pluck bird feathers, iceberg lettuce
Get's us so cold we'll murk niggas
Hold the .44 to your dome, try to search niggas
The gat blow, turn your afro to a perm nigga
I'm sure nigga, but that same nigga that'll purge with you will turn in your name to the god damn services
But won't serve witcha'
He gon' teach your ass a lesson, but ain't gon' learn witcha
And that's the reason why that you gon' have a seasoned mind
Pain builds maturity, don't you be worried G
I keep a even mind but gotta know the reason why
These niggas ain't really sure of me, I ain't certain G
They doubt me currently even with Cole referrin' me
Well, shit, niggas be hatin', it just occurred to me
Niggas be pussy, they lookin' Kirby pink
That's why niggas be shootin', but not how Curry be
It's an emergency, rap need a savior
And I think that I can save it
But look, ain't no one heard of me
Yeah, ain't no one heard of me
But I'm gon' be what I deserve to be
Certainly, sure to be, a current king
Case closed like someone murdered me
Then buried me, and couldn't be found
But it's evident that I'll be around for more than a while
Wow this child, run his track for more than a mile
Open your mouth, jaws to the floor
'Cause she in shock, I got her beggin' for more
She just wants the cock, I'm not really sure
That's why I always call before I ever knock on the door
I got questions
Got a lot of fuckin' questions dawg
I got questions
Got a motherfuckin' question dawg
I ask questions
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