Art

Its eight up in the morning and I'm bake
I'm tryna drop this tape
On go no I cant stop I wont be late
All that shit you drop it flop come test my rank
I pop gang brain to paint
And I'm doing shit these niggas can't
Never lose I got winning fate
Stuff a hundred racks in my Duffy
Damn I wonder who love me
Ain't no nigga above me
And I just keep thinking back to how she fuck me
On the camera she suck me
Like vampire no buffy
I don't lie there no bluffing
Nah I ain't the type for the cuffing
Yeah I just wanna pipe get you right with my stuffing
Off the top take a bite treat you like a damn muffin
Off the dome in the mic this shit light it ain't nothing
I've been stepping in this bitch and I'm only wearing tennis shoes
Yeah my neck is so cold sub zero he gone finish you
You got problems you don't need a hero all you shit be miniscule
You miserable mind you business don't mind what I'm finna do
I'm dressing like I'm ranch dripping sauce I'm into fashion
Yeah these hoes be capping
Real niggas know they just distractions
Yu's a joke we laughing
Don't even tote you broke you lacking
Smoking dope and rapping
I need you know that that's my passion
Run it up do it all for my brother
Run it up do it all for my mother
Run it up do it like no damn other
Run it up nigga no ain't studder
Run it up in the rain or the thunder
Run it up till a nigga put under
Run it up how much can I I wonder
Run it up all I see is the numbers
Yeah and I know that you mad
No I ain't conflicted with you that's my bad
Been alone on my pad
I'm gifted I'm twisted my mission to be a good dad
And that's sum I ain't had
I done promised my mommas Bahamas and a Birkin bag
SRT it's a scat
Different speed Ave on the track
In the evening you know where I'm at
Its eight up in the morning and I'm bake
I'm tryna drop this tape
On go no I cant stop I wont be late
All that shit you drop it flop come test my rank
I pop gang brain to paint
And I'm doing shit these niggas can't
Never lose I got winning fate