作词 : Yousef Khalil
作曲 : Canis Major
Back then I was trippin
Thinking I was killin' shit, nigga I was sippin'
Bellin through the street like my name was Scottie Pippen
I ain't had a chain yet, cause nobody hire villains
Can’t defend my honor your honor, sorry for slippin'
Everybody praying for me family from every religion
Even devil worshipers said that satan is gonna get him
I would’ve turned to Buddha if his teachings didn’t prohibit
Weed smoking, ****ing, getting money with the bitches
I felt like a mischief, my mind is all conflicted
I ran through the garden in my dreams like I’m dyslexic
Forbidden fruit sippin' with women that wouldn’t miss him
God forgive him
Please, the kid is just a bit sick
Getting a call or quick texts, moving around with no flex
Just switching lanes, no switching sides, bounce for the check
Chicks bouncing right back
Thanks for holding down the set
Whats the point in being good or evil
We just tryna' prove we equal, or show our potential
What am I missing here, I know the sales are essential
Some greats would call me great, same nigga you love to hate
I don’t get it, baked the cake, like Elton john’s in it
And that’s the scrimmage, caviar with vodka lemon
Just focus a second, you’ll see that I be winning
Got the city on back, motion picture rap, **** politicking
Arm out the window, holy water bless my digits
I like a bad woman from a decent home to kick it
Cause I am young, wild, with a vision, I am gifted
And if you don’t believe me nigga then bump more my records
Cause Im a descendant
Of both The Beatles and J Hendrix
As I present this
On a legendary canvas
I am not the same
You will not hear my stanza anywhere again
Like the last of the panthers
I want this forever like Lebron and the champions
The yin and yang shit ain’t really showing true potential
So I hate to whip it more just to get the purest mental
Living proof that I'm more than alive, I am in tune
Like that ballerina chick I missed who moved to Cancun
I need my own satellite I'm a planet on planet
I always planned it, to be the greatest, you cannot withstand it
You put the pressure on me, I’ll turn the diamonds romantic
Cause if I don’t matter, speed light through the savanna
So catch me if you can ya
I don’t pretend, nah
People acting like my shit ain’t sizzling hot
Like a Caribbean spot
Or a librarian’s crotch
Scratch that, or keep it on the low
Peruvian talk
My city is the city of god
You **** with me we go silly with dogs
They’ll feel me abroad
I’m too good you gon' need to send the army, the swat, the fire trucks, and a cross
The flow is tucked like boss
Come at me with the childish shit
And I'ma cut you like the umbilical cord
Now fill up some more
While we settle the score
The illest, I'm raw
The premise, the board
The flamest, I'm oh
Such a sicko, I don’t **** with a fraud
Don’t **** with a god
Bitch

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