作词 : lafiasca
作曲 : lafiasca
I robbed a killer jet
I copped a reaper lot
I got a lotta chick
Bring that young realer a thot
I was fking with your bih
That young lady a sl t
She was poppin on my d
That young lady won’t stop
I robbed a figure 8
And I donated a jot
I wrote these into checks
And I send it to my opps
My chorus is so sick
And you still needed a job
I’m young but I’m so rich
Look at you what do you got
This rub unsuitable bih I’m breaking cuticle
I’m sippin on deez thang man it’s pharmaceutical
I got 30 milligram on me like it’s a miracle
Man I’m on a fast road with my brothas we rollin
With my homies sellin dope
With my brothas crackin code
Man I’m makin big money (what you do) I’m sellin coke
Damn I turn on sicko mode
Ain’t no playin anymore
This thing’s comin outta my mind dude I am the real goat
Reading scripts like lyrical shout-out to the criminals
Everybody’s spiritual every individual
I’m still hatin ceremony man I’m the crazy paranoid
Me and Mo, we the duo, I mean on and off the court
Man I’m escapin I’m detached
And y’all gotta set rematch
Man I’m rhyming like a d that thing’s like ceramic attached
Doin this thing all by myself and I’m like ‘Prescott on the track’
Y’all gotta stop commenting and saying this and that
Runnin president like I’m Kanye
Winnin this thing with the fan base
Brotha I got too much ka ne
Wait until the weekend and enjoy démanche ayy
Before the show told me to break a leg and now I urgently demand a bandage
All I care is the standard cuz I needa expend my money
I robbed a killer jet
I copped a reaper lot
I got a lotta chick
Bring that young realer a thot
I was fking with your bih
That young lady a sl t
She poppin on my d
That young lady won’t stop
I robbed a figure 8
And I donated a jot
I wrote these into checks
And I send it to my opps
My chorus is so sick
And you still needed a job
I’m young but I’m so rich
Look at you what do you got