

Prompt / Lyrics
Yeah, yeah Back… On the set Abracadabra I fluff up the batter I don’t wanna get fatter Girl, what’s the matter? You know you way badder I only concerned cuz family matters Move out the way, I climb up the ladder BOOM!!! Comin in hot, ready or not Rushing the block, connecting the dots They gonna feel my brutality, I want that spirituality, reality, I’m back and I’m ready for more Wait a minute… I can see it now… First they say I’m never gonna make it, then when I make it, they say that I faked it, well I did fake it, I faked how good I really was(They don’t wanna see me win, I don’t wanna see em at my table) Yeah, yeah Lights out, Lights out Knockout, Boy Scout Crash out, they begin to pout They wanna pout, so I knock them out Yeah, it gets pretty annoying when… I tell a girl I love her, but she chooses a druggie instead My demeanor is humble, I don’t really care if she want an inbred I’d rather choose a woman with discipline, no flags are red I want someone who telling the truth, not a guy, but talks with the fed(Myron Gaines) See what I mean? It’s funny… I’m wasting my time trying to bust my butt I want nutrition, I don’t want Pizza Hut Getting closer to God, controlling my lust Thank you God, help me to trust my gut Yeah, last name ever, first name greatest I’m a sprained ankle, I ain’t nothin to play with Started off in a small town, but thanks to haters, I know Rick Ross on a first name basis(Maybach Music) Yeah, baby, back in business Back in business, working for wishes, you washing the dishes, you ain’t gonna like my journey, but at least you’re gonna witness Yeah, man, thank you God for these blessings Yeah, yeah Stay disciplined, it’s a cold world out there Stay hard
Tags
jazz
2:29
No
12/18/2025