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(Todays agenda)
riding with them sisters
Pistol on hip, hip to pistol,
the day I bow down to a will
Be the day I throw a bottle at Rihanna inside of a club
Leave the
just to leave a tooth floating inside of your pimp cup
What goes around comes around in the form of
Nah, thats probably just me riding your town in a Fisker
Penning a rhyme equivalent to a winning lottery
Uh, fresh off that scale
a crooked heaven on Earth giving them straight hell
Kick in the door of them awards, wondering where are we
Niggas with tight jeans looking like where are fitting
of they writtens,
its parallel to an Arab
In the cockpit heading for hells kitchen
I greasier than Harolds Chicken
Dont cross me I leave scales
Im coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that scale
Fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off weight scale)
My bitch curvy as a Persian features
She here to serve me, she to disturb the reaper
I keep bank, Franklins, word to Aretha
Im fly as a
and high as the Burj
I ride with kings, yall ride fiends
You niggas remind me of a ponzi scheme
One of yall niggas was cool in school
The rest of niggas was clowns, we should call you the Fonzi team
Im
Niggas listen like aint this about a bitch like a Drake song cause my cake long
cause your giving me cheekbone
Like Jones
using my dick like a
But she aint getting the back
She the ball sack, hitting the jaw just where we parked at
as a car jack,
I aint tryna be
Im be missionary lying on top of my money
Im coming (fresh off that scale)
what the fuck would I for
Knowing I need more stored in my sock drawer
They want an encore when the flow is at four
King of the no lying, I let the Glock roar
And this bulletproof vest is
Im telling look at your melon, Im nailing a shell in it
And the shell is right through your
melon your skeleton
Then the is belling the same pitch the fella was yelling and
Police sirens respond to heat firing, Ima keep
Ima flee, Ima be quiet, Im a G, Im a tyrant
From Long and Im East Side
I
you artists like an artifact
serious as a attack
hat
tats,
that, art of rap
Thats me, cant believe Ice never thought of that, who the brought it back
(Fresh off weight scale, fresh off that weight scale
Fresh off that, off that, fresh off that weight scale)
Fresh off that weight
I Im Canibus and Kool Moe Dee, cause its hard for me to take Ls
Im make more cake than a bake sale
Tell the jakes Ima make bail then escape cause I jail
All these rappers saying they hard raps
Before I buy shit, show me the Barfax
I got a like a sharp ax
I got a ton of flyer than anything launching off tarmacs
This is how it is
when I ghostwrite for
Im speaking through them, Im really just a
A lyricst,
a hint of
A pinch of militant, a perfect of what this nigga is
out a scale and weigh CDs
Then distribute it to the til they need me
Im a drug so put out an APB
The same shit that gave 80's babies ADD
pyrex sit in the kitchen your eye sweat
Gripping your and watching that pie strech
Pitching to different niggas for figures, never
5-0 tripping, I dip on them the projects
Dope boy mindset, gotta get this
Apply the same to this rhyme shit, dummy
Pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a track, pick a flow, I pick it
a locksmith digging in his nose,
sit in the
the Dres on,
waist gone, heavy to eight
Put on pre-K, the shell is a crayon
Man, Im tryna write, please leave me alone
I aint trying to fight, Im a different Iron Mike
Bite your ear with a syllable, lay a hook finish you
Throwing jabs at you dudes, my opponents get rid of you
Hit my corner and to Eminem,
and Nickel
While Joey the ring girl
and this is unfixable, uh
You rocking a BQE boy
That BBQ's EQ's and BB with D-boyz
Todays agenda, contenders
And their dame giving brain to they favorite member

(Fresh off that scale)
of a mad man
Joe Joe
Aint gotta lie, what you see is what you get, aint nothing
Me, I give them the song, go check with

Dont get the context wrong, Im the G
old money, yall swear it was the same G
Yeah, these model hoes and entertain me
And though I let them go to the head, they never me
Far from
Your favorite got a head nod before he approached
and check my
I wake hollow, should've done a CT scan
Go to Colorado right now and watch
So my dad Im styling, how when
Im everything hed be if new drugs was out then
I owe it to holmes, rolling
But how I let a stone roll
, wonder why Im stone
Problem child to adult
Got bad cards but I aint my hand, its logic
I hate jewelry and authority the
So how the fuck you think I feel about a of command,
I tell you how you from I
You hugging the block, I kiss it goodbye
Sober, my last drinking game with truth or dare
And ended me thinking a name
So yall call it out of control, Im when
in to me is the illusion
Theres your answer, verbal slash
Now the strip club is a basement, I just in with some dancers
gang, the clan made it
A-Treats,

Joey the fan
Love then hate it cause I cant fake it
And if I did, I never tell
I that all wrong, yall would never tell
I keep the fucked up for the Jezebel
Even if they help make it shit would fail