Fuck folk

Ain’t been to sleep in seven days

I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS for folk

rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY- from folk

Like What you sayin though

You go so hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up put it on you and ya partner hoe just SAY it’s smoke

[hook] [intercom] Like, what you was SAYING folk

But You go l hard on all them pages though

Ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

Only opp I ever had with any motion

was a clock my momma had up on the mantle

now it’s broke and if I land another opp before it’s over

on my momma I’m a break the hands he folded when he prayed about this moment

Shit , This the one

and you can’t focus ?

Watch you wobble off the other way

it’s up

Got you dizzy from the palm I had to lay up on you

Right up side your head that got it rollin off your shoulder

This some drizzy shit

the way i spoke on all them average lookin hoes them battle rappers and em athletes fightin over

Then I gripped the game it felt like flippin pages of a sports is illustrated

Shit was quick like what’s his face

I give a mother fuck

Bout what the fuck his name is

I don’t remember lames

If I recall it’s only cause I painted faces on the places folks was blessed enough to make acquaintance with us

Ain’t been to sleep in seven days

I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS

for folk

I rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY from folk

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up put on it on you SAY it’s smoke

[hook] [intercom] Like, what you was SAYING folk

But You go l hard on all them pages though

Ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

What you heard I really murder folk

Got 30 holes on half an acre

Full a [intercom] come on pope I got you laters

Wait on who for what ?

You funny , I don’t trust my calculator

I need paper prior to a package ever getting weighed up

Out a pocket in my lane I dunk a ball before I lay up with a broad and take a player out a game I never wanted any problems gave you options you was beggin me to take it from you

Robbin hoods and takin off

they call me Captain Hook or booker t

Im everything they couldn’t be

And all they ever wanted

Fuck you sayin

Ain’t been to sleep in seven days

I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS

for folk

I rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY from folk

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up put on it on you SAY it’s smoke

[hook] [intercom] Like, what you was SAYING folk

But You go l hard on all them pages though

Ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk