RUN

Katy perry in this ***** call it pop time

Automatic call block, never hit the hotline

Talk time zero on the mobile or the cell bricks

House made of rap money never had to sell bricks

We ain’t with that Evian or TED talk

This that 110 degrees where the dead walk, south side madras we the s**t till the jigs up

Only thing we got is a wicket or a sixer, sheesh

Rock that bata on my feet I’m a beast, got the Vada in my teeth and a ******* cup of tea

I don’t spill lil homie, pay my bills you don’t know me

Went from takeout rotis to eating pink eat raw poke

I pull the pin on y’all, you been-hardknocks

But now you making eggs for your kids while I been on call with labels

Been gone for two-three months my lady love my brown skin

I been cooking while y’all still not thawed goddamn

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They said they want that rough S**t yeah I give em some son

Legendary trashman, rappers in my tum tum

Marathon run s**t

I be on my gump, son

Do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones

Yeah I make a lumpsum

I don’t need a handout I ain’t hit a slump once

This that wave wave hi and then dump them

Ride the wave way high and then run them

Never had a day job

I ain’t suitable for cubicles

Instead I’m giving 16 bites with 5 cuticles

The set I’m in is silk sheet pillows and not the usual

You’re celibate, your **** be crying at all the funerals

I’m this guy:

Seen in the east of the Pasadena region

from being a blip w a visa scheming I dipped, dived in it

Now I’m I’m legally lethal and brick by, brick

I been beating em like these rappers beating they women

Over the head,

Idon’t make Ms

But I don’t bank empty

Shout to my dogs, beating the odds

How they gone make ends meet?

I don’t got Gods, I gotta problem

I gotta whole lot of problems

I Walk in a room full of women they put up the wet floor caution sign

They want that "finer things in life s**t

On my Guy Fierri, dine her, drive inside that ****

**** it I’m a dive in

Hair stay wavy like I’m Tony the tiger

I’m ************* vibrant

They said they want that rough S**t yeah I give em some son

Legendary trashman, rappers in my tum tum

Marathon run s**t

I be on my gump, son

Do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones

Yeah I make a lumpsum

I don’t need a handout I ain’t hit a slump once

This that wave wave hi and then dump them

Ride the wave way high and then run them