Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped
On some 8th grade right in front of the class shit
You gon' try to test me but I'mma pass it
I'm a motherf**kin' genius and you in some bad shit
Step 'round a corner with my crewneck on
Hammer can't touch me man I'm too hands on
I don't know you man
We ain't never been to school together
We ain't ever shared weed bitches or ate food never
They say money never sleeps gotta have two hustles
Since I'm bagging duffles I got ashy knuckles
Carry 'em to the bank now I got big muscles
Man I do my thing I got fans in Brussels
Y'all think I made it I'm just getting started
Man I'm just saying that shit retarded
Y'all think I made it I'm just getting started
Man I'm just saying y'all shit retarded
That's too much information my bad I'm sorry
We got syndication our shit go hardest)
And that's why she chose and that's why you losing
My n***a you garbage
Not to be harsh but f**k it your bitches look parched and busted
And I bet that you be carpet munching
That shit we spark be skunking
That Pep é Le Pew and you know we be repping the crew
Pac Div you second to who Maaaaan
Ain't nobody be checking for you
Must we remind again must you rewind again
I'm off three Heinekens and this shit is effortless too
I done stepped on your shoes and spit in your face
Disrespected yo b***h in your place
You still want a autograph Gimme a break
I'm sick and disgraced
These niggas is fake bitches is fake man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself I don't get in the way
Got bread to get got head to get rap etiquette don't edit this
Need evidence been repping it ever since b***h
Y'all think I made it I'm just getting started
Man I'm just saying that shit retarded
Y'all think I made it I'm just getting started
Man I'm just saying y'all shit retarded
We overfaded in the function and we getting started
Shit a n***a blew three blunts 'fore we finished parking
That OG make a nerd broad get retarded
A pretty bitch's dream a freaky bitch's Mr Marcus
Popping up for that revenue standing tall like I'm 7'2"
You ain't cut from that same cloth
Hell nah we ain't gettin' no checks with you
No you can't get no checks with me
Get these niggas from next to me
Backstage drinking up the Yac
n***a you ain't get no text from me
Shit pull up I can pump your brakes
That's dopeboy shit we pumping base
Flex so hard my muscles ache stack that bread then tuck the safe
If it's game day I quarterback that's on me them boys is back
All I know is that fly shit got pimp game on my boarding pass
F**k what you talking 'bout I be making G's
Posted up in the parking lot dangling my keys
F**k what you talking 'bout I was overseas
Posted up Polo down catch me dangling my keys
If you try you'll find I'm rhyming in some Iversons
In the ocean riding dolphins grab 'em by the fin
Uh yea b***h I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way I don't see y'all
Finally making paper legal
b***h I'm flyer than a seagull
Fresh as f**k that's by default
I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats
Why you talking little homie go and run a lap
F**k that shit I been ether
Have these bitches running like a gym teacher
So you can go and do a hundred drills
Twenty years old with a couple mill
It's nothing I'mma go for me
Just became a wizard b***h I'm Okafor
Same shit you been told before
These some raps out the f**king baking soda drawer
Yea I spit that crack b***h
Mac Div
