And I’m bringing back rapping with your hands
Off afghan and Gan again
It wasn’t quite a full moon it was lanolin
But we was plotting in the New York apartment we was sandwiched in
Rat racing for some government cheese
Plotting out an ease for the squeeze exsqueeze me
I need a space away from ads
That’s why I’m always rapping about a bag
The money deluxe
I said hey you what’s your plan dude you’re going to be the man in demand before the man breaks you
Loot and drama and loot
I’m just trying to get a deuce no deuce deuce use
Yeah you broke you need to rice that like stat or get busy like hi hat
Hold church near the merch for the live acts
Yeah
Where my knife at
I’m Finna cut Something raw get it right back
Yeah I know you know the RAW but naw I only write the raps
Trapped in a room Days on days with the plume and a page full of rage
Squeeze me
Yeah I know I make it look easy trickle down money I’m Gaffling
It’s cool cat you can rap with your hands again and if you broke get some Zatarans
To RICE that.
Say hey you what’s your plan dude don’t you got mules and a bunch of land due
A bunch of land too
indeed
Got trees were branches beer fruit ain’t nothing fast food
The old and the slow young and the fat lose and ain’t nothing here free Even tax Jack move Yeah
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