Yeah, yeah
You wouldn't rap like that if you want it
You wouldn't act like that if you want it
You wouldn't rap like that if you want it
You wouldn't act like that if you want it
I was on backpack path niggas stunted
I can't wear pats on back, badge of honor
I had a asthma attack when we rushed 'em
I quit the Xanax, a stab in the stomach
Got twice the gravity, half the circumference
Reach then this hesi gon' have niggas stumblin'
Good dribble moves
Image of man, I'm original
Feedin' my fam lil' riddle food
Reason she put hands on me, chemical
When I couldn't touch these bands wasn't pitiful
Knew mandem wicked, I'm wicked too
New fans, I'm feelin' invincible
New dance steps niggas den bit a few
No hand checkin', she said I'm feelin' you
No bread lessons 'til you go risk a few, living proof
Footprint on necks, can't lift a shoe
Off principle, I'm finna juke
Told my mama, "Give me weeks"
Come back and give her breesh
I'll give her what she needs
Except a all access to me
I'm a complicated man
Local niggas tryna beef
Business tryna breach
Took her to the beach
Got sand all in the Prius
I couldn't give a damn them days
I rotate different ruts
Sneaking, getting drunk
Cheefin' on a onion
Glad I washed my hands
Now you gon' honor my request
If at your own behest
And if this game of chess
I'm puttin' in a lot of work for the throne to rule this land
Told my mama, "Give me weeks"
Come back and give her breesh
I'll give her what she needs
Except a all access to me
I'm a complicated man
Local niggas tryna beef
Business tryna breach
Took her to the beach
Got sand all in the Prius
I couldn't give a damn them days
I rotate different ruts
Sneaking, getting drunk
Cheefin' on a onion
Glad I washed my hands
Now you gon' honor my request
If at your own behest
And if this game of chess
I'm puttin' in a lot of work for the throne to rule this land
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