Mr.Postman

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Shit, Naaj always talking bout putting the Saki down
I think that nigga need to pick that ma fucker up

I just might have to sit the bench cause I'm so good I took my own spot
Sitting in my place been many faces but they all flop
Grinding since the 31st, ain't even watched the ball drop
Beats go through the blue tooth, we rhyming out the parking lot

Can't put a shark in a puddle, it's dark in the jungle
No wonder why I'm always causing trouble I came out the huddle and I ran the wrong route
Tell me how this shit still result to touchdowns And you getting punched out, every time I punch in
Just off the punchlines can tell that I'm top tier

You can check my posture, never played possum Tell me I ain't top ten, nigga I been locked in
No matter where I must be paid, I double up like Nipsey said
Hustle up and motivate the jits cause all the OG's dead
I know niggas like villains, they get vicious, even police scared

Know bitches that's fucking for the dollar when they only fans
I only rock with close ones, cause niggas mostly doly man
Solely man, I just had too many niggas cross me why I'm holy man
That's bogus fam

I just got more silly, more witty, more brands endorse to me
Man this life shit fun as hell
I just got more liquor, more sticky, more 50's, more bitches
Can't keep they hands to themselves

Feel like I catch more bodies than the grim reaper
Don't save numbers, its just to see ya when I see ya
I'm trying to dodge PETA, I'm killing all these bitches
And if you ask them, I'm a dog moving vicious

I need a ticket out of town, where it took me out the west side
Boogie, we ain't got a cop a hoodie wears its hot
Shorty had to pluck the balls a cookie, bet the shots were sookie sookie
We an empire, Lucious not the pop

I'm bout to treat the vets like they some rookies
Need a stool to overlook me when they try me
Turn them niggas Kevin Hart
Collect the paper shit, I'm like a bookie

Find a pen, they thought they shook me
Reappear just like I'm Jason out the pond
Gotta wonder where they found me at
Now they searching through the almanac

Trying to find a way just to counter attack
How you gon' counter that
This really ain't that kind of rap
The shit you spit cool, but it's kinda cap

Yaw see, always wanna wild out that shit beyond me
I'm killing all these rappers and they not respawning
Still giving full compression and still not responding
We might've lost em, ego would cost em

Ask again, how you see us losing
Two ma fuckers be fluent in crack music
Niggas must be stupid to ever say I lost a step
Keep your chin up, cause a slip up can cost your head

That's yo ass, Mr. Postman
Off with your head

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