Thought It Was A Drought

Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming: Money over power
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ‘em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association

I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a geronimo
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumors when I am not human, all you men I’m booming
I’m fucking her, fucking her roomie. I’m platinum versus aluminum
I’m shrooming, a bitch that lasts well I’m assuming
My vision is blooming, but fuck it I zooming
And now I see movement, and I’d like to thank all them niggas that screw me
But I still might shoot up my class reuinion
I’m sipping that Houston like it’s communion
Focus on weed, bright as a petunia
I’m walking around this America like I’m the king, king of Zamunda
Been hanging around with my shooters when you was still hanging out with Mr Cooper

Which one of you niggas want beef? I’m putting your name outside the chalupa
Money since the Mayans, thugging since the riots
Cystic simplifying, higher than Orion
Lying off the diet, eat the whole [?]
Pop a coca body, keep it soft and sour
Watch the market tower
Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice an count ‘hem
Competition count them
Opposition chowder
Watch the btches shower
Optimistic mama
Commom sense ain’t common
Top position scholar so far from the bottom
They can’t hear me hallow
All i say is our, all i say is our
Our father Mallow Bayer
Mallow pssy taste like cablo
Make me a salamo leg and bottle mark
Pray about it
I just race the rari let it way behind my, taste the mileage
Loud as blaten’ diamonds i think they allowed
Is awaken zombies
Break or face a promise give me stake lasagna
Hate you honor still you mamas baby and my baby mama, they some riders
Can’t deflate them tires, i’m still chasing commas
Ngg i made big timers and i’m still taking time to make, to make it timers
Dedication problems, sick sht
Ay yeah, yeahhh..

The nicest thing the fans can say to me
When they approach me on the street is any fucking thing
True, anything real
You know what i mean, that’s the nicest thing
I mean like, even if its cliche
Cliche i’m not gonna still tell when that chiche is straight from your heart
And that’s all you could say when you saw me or if you meant it
Like even if its that, like i said if its real
You know why? Cause sometimes people can say things that so real to them
That they don’t really know that some of the things they are saying isn’t official
But you know, things i mean like example: you might walk up on somebody
I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, they might
Shout out the valet from today, might shout out the valet from yesterday
Before you open the door of my car, you’re looking in my eyes
You’re a young cat, you look me in the eyes an you say
Ahh, his english wasn’t all that, he said
I really like the new album, I really like the new project
And I said to him like thank you man, he meant that
Cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it
You know what I mean? I was like damn
When I got in the car I was like damn, it’s not a project
You know i don’t even consider that damn shit not an album just a mix tape
But to him that thing was real could be a project not an album
So shout out to homie