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(Todays agenda)
riding them sodomy sisters
Pistol on hip, hip to pistol,
the day I bow down to a bitch
Be the day I throw a bottle at Rihanna inside of a club
the booth
just to leave a tooth around inside of your pimp cup
What around comes around in the form of karma
Nah, thats probably just me riding around your town in a
Penning a equivalent to a winning lottery ticket
Uh, fresh off that weight
Living a crooked heaven on Earth them straight hell
Kick in the door of them awards, wondering are we sitting
with tight jeans looking like where are they fitting
Beware of writtens,
its to an Arab sitting
In the terrorist cockpit heading for hells
I talk greasier Harolds Chicken
cross me I leave scales tipping
Im (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scale
Fresh off that, off that, fresh off that weight scale)
My bitch curvy as a Persian virgins
She here to serve me, she here to disturb the
I keep bank, speak Franklins, word to
Im fly as a
and high as the Khalifa
I ride with kings, yall with fiends
You fraudulent niggas remind me of a ponzi
One of yall niggas was probably cool in
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 bitch giving me cheekbone
Grace Jones
using my like a payphone
But she aint the call back
She the ball sack, hitting the jaw just where we parked at
as a car jack,
I tryna be funny
Im tryna be missionary on top of my money
Im coming (fresh off that scale)
what the fuck I stop for
Knowing I need more guap in my sock drawer
They want an encore when the flow is at four
of the jungle no lying, I let the Glock roar
And this bulletproof is irrelevant
Im telling them look at melon, Im nailing a shell in it
And the is moving right through your
into your skeleton
Then the felon is belling the same the fella was yelling and
sirens respond to heat firing, Ima keep firing
Ima flee, Ima be quiet, Im a G, Im a tyrant
Long Beach and Im East Side
I
bury you like an artifact
serious as a heart
hat
tats,
that, art of rap
Thats me, believe Ice never thought of that, who the fuck brought it back
(Fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight
Fresh off that, off that, fresh off that weight scale)
off that weight scale
I guess Im 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 cause I hate jail
All these saying they spitting hard raps
I buy that shit, show me the Barfax
I got a like a sharp ax
I got a ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off
This is how it is
when I for niggas
Im speaking through them, Im really a ventriloquist
A lyricst,
a hint of
A pinch of militant, a description of what this nigga is
Pull out a and weigh CDs
Then distribute it to the fans til need me
Im a drug so put out an APB
The same shit that these 80's babies ADD
pyrex sit in the kitchen feeling eye sweat
your wrist and watching that pie strech
Pitching to different niggas for figures, never
5-0 tripping, I dip on them the projects
boy mindset, gotta get this money
Apply the same grind to rhyme shit, dummy
Pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a track, pick a flow, I pick it
Like a locksmith in his nose,
sit in the
With the on,
waist gone, heavy to eight
Put brains on pre-K, the is a crayon
Man, Im just tryna write, leave me alone
Cause I aint to fight, Im a different Iron Mike
Bite ear with a syllable, lay a hook thatll finish you
jabs at you little dudes, my opponents get rid of you
Hit my and listen to Eminem,
and Nickel
While Joey fucking the girl
and this is unfixable, uh
You with a BQE boy
That BBQ's EQ's and BB Kings D-boyz
Todays agenda, flame
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, nothing modified
Me, I them the same song, go check with

Dont get the context wrong, Im the G
Spending old money, swear it was the same G
Yeah, these model hoes cute and me
And I let them go to the head, they never change me
Far innocent
Your rapper got a head nod before he approached
and check my
I wake sleepy hollow, done a CT scan
Go to right now and watch Batman
So my dad Im styling, how when
Im everything hed be if these new was out then
I owe it to holmes, rolling
But how I wouldnt let a roll
, wonder why Im cold
Problem to aggravated adult
Got bad cards but I aint my hand, its logic
I hate jewelry and the same
So how the fuck you I feel about a chain of command,
I tell you how you different I
You always hugging the block, I it goodbye
Sober, my last drinking game with truth or dare
And with me thinking a name
So yall call it out of control, Im when
in to me is the illusion
Theres your answer, verbal cancer
Now the strip club is a basement, I just came in some dancers
House gang, the made it
A-Treats,

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