Lyrics
I be like I'm an addiction
You know what I mean
Come on get hooked
For real find out
I'm just a storm
Without the forecast
Blaze a 50
Make yo bitch snort glass
I only support cash
Broke negus get the dork laugh
Ahh roll dat Brock Lesner
You just a rock tester
Never stop developing
No dead president
Too many dependents
Not enough exemptions
Fucking bums get the penalty
Let alone the middle man fee
You can't stand me hmm
They thought Uncle Sam
Had the bag
Family you know aftermath
After mag get pulled
Like it has to blast
See I'm all about my W's 2
I'm trying to bubble like you
Get in trouble like Dude
For tracks like these
You need a tax id
Cornbread and some
Blackeyed peas
Big appetite
Nigga Hercules
A yo this flow is dedicated
To gravitational pull
But I still stay fly so
What the fuck is new
This is dedicated to
Money grubbing hoes
But I still stay payed
Cause they powder they nose
I'm just free from the fuckary
Niggaz owe up ducking me
Until they get abducted
In the trunk of the bucket
For the ducketts
An sum interest fees
Then they get found
Fricasseed
I be up at Cinn-n-Bun
Smelling like the scent
Of weed
Keep it moving
Centipede
Center of attention
Soon as I succeed
Victim of your henchmen
Consumed with the greed
Where's the lunch line
You can't get a seed
Bitch its crunch time
Stay focused but not on me