This how you get fiends hooked, Cocaine charisma get insane looks /
Stagnant ideas get Jon Jones hooks so I’m Hacking the mainframe like Jon James with these… /
Lines… similar to cyber crime, I’m… Spittin’ vicious while I’m sippin’ on this lime, nine… /
Times… out of ten it’s a Sprite but tonight I’mma flip the script, it’ll be alright cuz I /
Write… to inspire some change, and ain’t mentioning a diamond or rang /
Watch or a chain, man I’m just saying, I could care less ‘bout the girls or the bling I’m just /
Doing my thang, plans on the brain to get Gone for the weekend, plottin’ on Thursday to /
Flip me a beat then drop it on Saturday, Let them bars seep in, sorry I gotta say /
Church (Amen!) Word to the Latter Day Saints that I piss off, word to they bladder they /
Hurt (Amen!)… I don’t really know if they Are but I’m chillin’, watchin’ Serena get /
Worked (aye, man), wonder if Common and Drake really fought for the box and if they got /
Served – get it? – that ain’t a diss but More like a wish, holla at me if you wanna do /
dirt (ha!) sorry I’m a flirt, Embraced the title after I got hurt, so I /
Flip flows…flip hoes… Guess I lied earlier in this verse but uh /
Change clothes…then go… At it again, I’mma jackrabbit with pen and /
Pad, best friend I had, helped me refine the Flow, no wonder why you vibe with that…
Hook
Step one – sprinkle in a couple jokes and mix it up with the flow and I… /
Step two – I make the beat knock the way that it’s supposed then I… /
Step three – Then you switch up lyrics and hit with a couple quotes and uh…
…that’s the Recipe, to make beats rest in peace, I Got You…
Verse Two
This how you get weedheads baked, marijuana persona with no seeds, wait (no kids) /
Combine the dopeness of Jon Jones punchlines and I’m a mixture of DatPiff laced with /
Johnny Storm cuz I burn the whole booth down fifteen times over (that’s an Awesome Sound, XV) /
Donkey Kong on the bars but a homie got banana clips to make your head Ground Pound… /
Sucks…he too violent to change, that’s why I distance myself from those thangs /
They will bust heads over diamonds and rings and designer type things even though they’re fleeting but I’m /
Still in my lane, booking a plane to just Leave Alabama, regardless of all of that /
Countrified grammar, before somehow I end up stuck in the slammer for killing somebody at /
Work (Amen!) had to quit my last job, overbearing boss at Panera Bread was tryna get /
Cursed (Amen!) had to just walk out before I pulled a Glock out walk to the car and just /
Errr (Aye, man) Plus not to mention girls underneath me wanted me up under they /
Skirt (Oh.)… Couldn’t entertain that but now that I’m gone, holla at me if you wanna do /
Dirt (ha!), sorry I’m a flirt, embraced the title after I got hurt, so I /
Flip flows, flip hoes, guess I lied earlier in this verse, but uh /
We changed clothes, then go, at it again, her jackrabbit’s her friend in fact /
But she can’t use it again, that’s that, because I stretched it out and ain’t no coming back /
Similar to how I did your ears this track…
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