Lyrics:
makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?
Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
She goes pumping iron every morning twice a week
When I'm by her side I got no fear
She'll take care of every single living creep
I just love the way
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
and just simplify
Simplify
This is not your floor
You're going higher than before
Drop the weight now
Wait for the lookout guide
Look outside
exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
When I'm in the two-five
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my
fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin' for the poetical Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
the highway casts it's spell
Here comes Muddy cross the Mississippi in a cloud of Chicago Blues
Little Walter harpin' like a saxophone, Man he paid some dues
walter payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a dayton
But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
they need financial support (Tramps)
I put my life in my rhymes
Now niggas wanna rap like me so I can’t endorse (67 gang gang)
Bang on them and just
the fuck up)
Let us in, me and all my brethrens
Smellin' like money in that
Baby lamb leather skin you might get it in
Yep but just for now cause in the end
underskirt is wringing wet
You come in here walking just like a goose
It looks like somebody just tranked you to loose
You've been doing something
You've been
got by
Thank God that’s my only vice
Fuck it you know that I’m lying
Feeling like I’m in a movie
Seeing my name on the big screen
Playin around with my
a rack I flip it, Stevie workin' like In-N-Out (Fa, Fa)
Don't got no shit he renegade, so please just get em' out (Get em' out)
Way before I ever fold,
tryna smash
Feeling like Michael, I'm Bad
Walter White when I write
I am back in the lab
I've been here before in the past
This the return of the mack
I
the player you just play the fucking game
I feel just like Walter White nigga I'm the one who knock
Been a long time coming now I got this shit on lock
And I'm
friends's hammer and the young shall
not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their
fathers put there only just the night before ...
And just when you think
Ima stop, Ima keep flowin'
Hop on this beat and I'm floatin'
Got too much flow
In my bars like im rowin'
Flows keep on going
peers
Just look what I did in under a year
Moving round on my lonesome I don't owe nothing not to no one
I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em, like my
not put that chat on a lock
Never understood why you even try to flow
Even though you know no one's believing
Deceiving like Satan maybe Walter Payton
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
always want to settle arguments
Before things get out of hand
But I always feel like people are always
Going to just shift the blame on me
It's terrible
down cause I'll just respawn
Man this shit hot like Black Swan, I'm James Bond in Casino Royale
I've been writing more than your fucking pen pal
And my
Niggas askin' me how tour was
Knowin' I been home like two months
And I seen your ass like two times
They just small-talk like too damn no time, social
lo' and behold
While you waitin' for the poetical Satan
Creatin' slaughters
Runnin' thru camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
And bust 'til
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