Blunt Money

Chasing dreams like blunt money Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me I done ran from police they would hunt fa me Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me Went on the run with my mama a couple states grabbed a couple cars and tarps and changed a couple plates ain't no cutting rates I came up in a wasteland You coming for my money prepare to get ya face slammed This that boom bap street supply No cutting or stepping we slice and eat pies The prize winner time spinner that's the grind in her My family was hungry I had to go and find dinner The sharpest Samurai Katana to a shogun I'm independent I don't belong to no one These cats need to hit the sack they blowin old guns All outta shape breathing hard fat and shit Talking bout a woman don't deserve to rap and spit Open the doors or we blowin down ya whole house The keys don't belong ya'll and you should watch ya mouth Acting like you so tough yea I heard enough You grown men are like little boys I call you bluff And look at all a ya'll like you my lil suns Show some regard you have a mother and some little ones People don't realize they make themselves defenseless Unleash the Brujería on you bring you back to senses I'm the almighty wordsmith curb ya bitch I don't talk to informants and I will hurt a snitch I'm number 1 you not even like the 3rd or 5th High grade optimal you comical Nefertiti sought after you not even optional Stacking everything I make to go somewhere tropical You can bet ya life that I'm shattering any obstacles I got wizards and sorcerers diabolical When I get heated evaporate you I'm volatile They call me Nejma the tumultuous I hit him once left him on the floor emotionless A cerebral approach you need a coach I don't indulge in the kind a business that leaves you broke Chasing dreams like blunt money Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me I done ran from police they would hunt fa me Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me You looking like you need some closure I won't repeat myself I already told ya Your beats were shit everyone of them up in the folder Trashed the whole thing don't need ya lame exposure I ain't gotta endure ya averageness Got killers that'll stuff you into mattresses I reject you with 100% disdain Whoever told you when I took you out it'd be humane Chasing dreams like blunt money Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me I done ran from police they would hunt fa me Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me