Not For Your Amusement

[Verse 1]

Uh, yea........ What's your proposition?
Anything to get a nigga in a boss position
Old bitches tryna figure out my preposition
How I know, it's just a real nigga intuition
Imma grind until my dreams come into fruition
I can't stop, too much lyrical ammunition
I moved back to make a million with the Coalition
Niggas at the dinner table, while I'm out fishing
Process moving slow then they start bitching
Like hand stands in the grass, now my palms itching
The tasks is to keep going with no intermissions
But y'all niggas get distracted, doing side missions
I'm well known when I'm up in that hibachi kitchen
I'd rather stack coins than to use them making wishes
Imma switch the rhyme scheme, still it's no defeat
Stop playing gender roles and watch the wholе house eat

[Verse 2]

Champagne on thе countertop, niggas wish that i would stop
But they main chick, waiting on my new album to drop
LiveRAW business on the floor, meet me at the spot
Niggas gone be sick, wen i pull an exclusive off the lot
She grab my joy stick, but ill never let her play me
Because she know I'm colder than a igloo with an A/C
Hotter than a nigga doin push ups in a sauna
And these white girls want a thug, I call em all Madonna
Ain't no role model, tell me get em', then I got em
How they gone look up to me, but I'm still struggling at the bottom
And my outfit all white, like i stepped out of heaven
And all these old hoes coming back out, like the retro 11s