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(Todays agenda)
riding with them sisters
Pistol on hip, hip to pistol,
the day I bow to a bitch will
Be the day I throw a bottle at Rihanna inside of a strip
the booth
just to leave a tooth floating around of your pimp cup
What goes around comes around in the of karma
Nah, probably just me riding around your town in a Fisker
Penning a rhyme equivalent to a winning lottery
Uh, fresh off weight scale
Living a heaven on Earth giving them straight hell
Kick in the of them awards, wondering where are we sitting
Niggas with tight jeans like where are they fitting
of they writtens,
its parallel to an sitting
In the terrorist cockpit heading for kitchen
I talk than Harolds Chicken
Dont me I leave scales tipping
Im coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight
Fresh off that, off that, fresh off that weight scale)
My bitch curvy as a Persian features
She to serve me, she here to disturb the reaper
I keep bank, speak Franklins, word to
Im fly as a
and high as the Burj
I ride with kings, ride with fiends
You fraudulent remind me of a ponzi scheme
One of yall niggas was cool in school
The of yall niggas was clowns, we should call you the Fonzi team
Im
Niggas listen like aint this about a bitch like it's a Drake cause my cake long
your bitch giving me cheekbone
Like Jones
using my like a payphone
But she aint getting the call
She getting the ball sack, the jaw just where we parked at
as a car jack,
I aint be funny
Im tryna be missionary lying on top of my
Im coming (fresh off that scale)
what the fuck would I for
Knowing I more guap stored in my sock drawer
They an encore when the flow is at mach four
King of the jungle no lying, I let the Glock
And this bulletproof vest is
Im telling them look at your melon, Im a shell in it
And the shell is moving right through
melon into your
Then the felon is belling the same pitch the fella was and
Police sirens to heat firing, Ima keep firing
Ima flee, Ima be quiet, Im a G, Im a tyrant
From Long Beach and Im East
I
bury you artists an artifact
serious as a attack
hat
tats,
that, art of rap
Thats me, cant believe Ice never thought of that, who the fuck it back
(Fresh off that weight scale, off that weight scale
Fresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off weight scale)
Fresh off that weight
I guess Im and Kool Moe Dee, cause its hard for me to take Ls
Im make more cake than a bake sale
the jakes Ima make bail then escape cause I hate jail
All these rappers they spitting hard raps
I buy that shit, show me the Barfax
I got a tongue 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 of ignorance
A pinch of militant, a perfect description of what this is
Pull out a scale and CDs
Then distribute it to the til they need me
Im a dealer so put out an APB
The same shit gave these 80's babies ADD
pyrex sit in the feeling your eye sweat
Gripping your and watching that pie strech
Pitching to niggas for figures, never slipping
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 it apart
Like a locksmith in his nose,
sit in the
the Dres on,
waist gone, heavy to long
Put on pre-K, the shell is a crayon
Man, Im just write, please leave me alone
Cause I aint trying to fight, Im a Iron Mike
Bite ear with a syllable, lay a hook thatll finish you
Throwing 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 rocking a BQE boy
That BBQ's EQ's and BB Kings with
Todays agenda, contenders
And have their dame giving to they favorite member

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

Dont get the context wrong, Im the G
old money, yall swear it was the same G
Yeah, these hoes cute and entertain me
And though I let go to the head, they never change me
Far innocent
Your favorite rapper got a head nod he approached
and my temperament
I sleepy hollow, should've done a CT scan
Go to Colorado now and watch Batman
So my dad think Im styling, how
Im everything hed be if new drugs was out then
I owe it to holmes, stone
But how I wouldnt let a stone
, wonder why Im stone
Problem child to adult
Got bad but I aint blaming my hand, its logic
I hate and authority the same
So how the fuck you think I feel a chain of command,
I tell you how you different I
You always hugging the block, I it goodbye
Sober, my last drinking started with truth or dare
And ended with me thinking a
So yall call it out of control, Im confused
in something to me is the
Theres your answer, slash cancer
Now the strip club is a basement, I just came in with some
House gang, the clan it
A-Treats,

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