- Lyrics
- Album list
Illmaculate
-
Back on It
I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smoking all day homie name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cuz I'm making paper
Shit I'm grinding but I ain't a skater
Flyer than an aviator, wash my hands and dry em spend a day of labor
I ain't a baker but tell 'em I want my cake in layers
Catch me walking on water but I ain't your savior
I got that wet on me, call me T. Boone Pickens
He drilled for water, when he find it that's what we do spitting
What I mean is what you need you get it
Stuffing profit in they pocket that's how we use rhythm
Webroot system, ain't no stolen, got a renewed engine
Unless you bitches paying me don't worry 'bout what we do pimpin'
Needle dicks acting like some preschool children
Got 'em fiending, feed em now they ODing off me like how the needle did them
I don't ball right, what you mean you trippin'?
And what you call life, I call that thing you living
Swear to God once I started you can see you finished
Power to California governor with [?]image
Swear to God when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen
2Pac was dropping knowledge on the scene
That's not Poetic Justice, but what is is him shooting two cops
Should've bodied them, topple the machine we on citizens watch
For every unarmed civilian killed we're taking two innocent cops
Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule
They won't listen till we snatch their kids from their private schools
I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smoking all day homie name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cuz I'm making paper
I'm off that bullshit
I'm off that bullshit
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I'm off that bullshit
Fuck it now I'm back on it
X4
They tapped my celly, ditched the phones
Glass of Henny, sipping slow
Fuck 'em all, clap a fed and dig a hole to fit his bones
Napa valley vintage flow with Machiavelli principles
You can't protect me from not having any, get your own!
If I'm fronting to you bring it back, the give-and-go
Stockton pass, off the back, that's my kid Malone
Ain't no middle man we get it where this shit is grown
Swear we been here so long, we should visit home
My connect gives it low now I'm in my zone
I'm like him when I spit I'm taking limbs from clones
More like Walt White, fuck Walt Disney
Think it's all hype? I'll assault Mickey
Stomp Minnie, run up on y'all kitties
Feed 'em malt liquor, yeah all Mickeys
Told my mom I make enough to build a small city
Promise before they take me out I'll take em all with me
I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smoking all day homie name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cuz I'm making paper
I'm off that bullshit
I'm off that bullshit
I'm off that bullshit
Fuck it now I'm back on it
X4
-
|
