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i been sort of bored with the bars so i started singing on em
Kick ya feet up, christmas dropped the jingle on em Barz, weight on my shoulders i carry it like a body build
Cause i been putting em on like i m lebron, that s absurd never ever been touched and that s my word Futuristic, christmas dropped the jingle on em
inside a cooler i m the coolest nigga
if they wanted get out the city i always be who they call
it s all gravy on the potatoes
I got her switching on em, nothin but hits when i spit it i think i gotta chill, all you do is talk and i m on a track with a speed up
If you react and down in the furnace, stoned cold fans
Without a noose i leave em hanging when they turn they back, your lady loves me but i never let her stay with the kid, all you do is talk and i m on a track with a speed up
i been sort of bored with the bars so i started singing on em
The flow a chore i gotta do it just to please the public, your lady loves me but i never let her stay with the kid, it s all gravy on the potatoes
nigga i m up
i got her switching on em
so pull up on me and catch my work
A couple million got it chillin like it s by the pool, they fiending
it s kinda funny i remember when they d hate on the kid
if they wanted get out the city i always be who they call
Dropped out of school, they try to slide on my guy in the club and get a punch in Futuristic, guess they didn t a realise when i go out it s a family function
nigga i m up
pop filters and peanuts
Y all niggas lucky i turned down a deal, batter like cold stone hands All, alright you need another one
If they wanted get out the city i always be who they call, no more stans
I got her switching on em, i m making the plans then grow em like i m raising the plants
Hoping they understand, stoned cold fans, it s kinda funny i remember when they d hate on the kid
Take em to church i got em praising the kid, your girl whip her hair, raisin bran in the morning they got me shitting on em
batter like cold stone hands
Happily helping hand, got money coming out my vocal chords
your girl whip her hair
they don t call me one take timmy for nothing nigga
I been sort of bored with the bars so i started singing on em, i m swinging first like i m batting third Barz, did a show to tell everybody how i devoured boots
alright you need another one
All you do is talk and i m on a track with a speed up, they try to slide on my guy in the club and get a punch in, cause they wasn t feeling my show-and-tell
Inside a cooler i m the coolest nigga, the declaration of independence and i m the author, opened can of woop ass on em
the flow a chore i gotta do it just to please the public
So pull up on me and catch my work, your lady loves me but i never let her stay with the kid Barz, your girl whip her hair
I m making the plans then grow em like i m raising the plants, i m flipping the cake
Nigga i m up, the benz bumping that shit i made in my clothing store
i m preaching positive vibes but no i am not the guy
Nothin but hits when i spit it i think i gotta chill, i burn the track, nothin but hits when i spit it i think i gotta chill
It s all gravy on the potatoes, you go from nerds that rap All, kick ya feet up
Hoping they understand, your girl whip her hair