Well-plotted final thoughts from the man based behind the scenes
Real-life scenarios that happened entirely
So don't be surprised if you happen to remind yourself
Of times you felt inside yourself I know when you rewind it helps
Things got rushed so you couldn't really find yourself
Nobody can ruin this energy, it's a synergy
Fat blunts accompanied with champagne and Hennessy
I'd be telling lies if I said I ain't enjoying the attention women give to me
Get me glistening, but be careful how you mention me
Quite entertaining how some women get their bad on
No hat involved, but they love to get their cap on
Give a lap dance, get your bag on
Relax, take it easy, I'm not trying to get your mad on
Sometimes I got to get my snap on
Remind a few scrubs who their trying to get their yap on
Give me any track for me to snap on
Try to come for me and you'll be a trending hashtag
Remember everything kept track of my past tabs
And people trying to backstab
But that's in the past and the past has passed
And it's trapped in the back of my backpack
And it comes to every studio that I attack at
Ooh, too much fuel, too much fire
If I told you what I wanted, baby, too much desire
And you would've thought, yo, this dude is a liar
And you want me to be the one for you to admire
But don't deny, it yeah, it's quite the view, you're attire I
Apologize if I made you hot like a live wire
You've got nothing on, but it's your beautiful smile you a
Knock-em-dead Angel Funeral Child
I know you want open up from your cubicle mind
Who you know get it popping like Mystique
On the come-up, you should know
You more than likely had missed me on your run-up
Bloated egos are just meant to be popped
Yeah, I heard it, that bullshit you send me will flop
You a motherf*cking toothbrush that's used as a mop
So hooligan stop, heroic, stupid, and sloppy
Promise you step to me in the booth, you get dropped
Tell me to stop you're about to turn my mic into
A felony prop, celery chop
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
F*ck it, that shit was hard
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Well-plotted final thoughts from the man based behind the scenes
Real-life scenarios that happened entirely
So don't be surprised if you happen to remind yourself
Of times you felt inside yourself I know when you rewind it helps
Things got rushed so you couldn't really find yourself
Nobody can ruin this energy, it's a synergy
Fat blunts accompanied with champagne and Hennessy
I'd be telling lies if I said I ain't enjoying the attention women give to me
Get me glistening, but be careful how you mention me
Quite entertaining how some women get their bad on
No hat involved, but they love to get their cap on
Give a lap dance, get your bag on
Relax, take it easy, I'm not trying to get your mad on
Sometimes I got to get my snap on
Remind a few scrubs who their trying to get their yap on
Give me any track for me to snap on
Try to come for me and you'll be a trending hashtag
Remember everything kept track of my past tabs
And people trying to backstab
But that's in the past and the past has passed
And it's trapped in the back of my backpack
And it comes to every studio that I attack at
Ooh, too much fuel, too much fire
If I told you what I wanted, baby, too much desire
And you would've thought, yo, this dude is a liar
And you want me to be the one for you to admire
But don't deny, it yeah, it's quite the view, you're attire I
Apologize if I made you hot like a live wire
You've got nothing on, but it's your beautiful smile you a
Knock-em-dead Angel Funeral Child
I know you want open up from your cubicle mind
Who you know get it popping like Mystique
On the come-up, you should know
You more than likely had missed me on your run-up
Bloated egos are just meant to be popped
Yeah, I heard it, that bullshit you send me will flop
You a motherf*cking toothbrush that's used as a mop
So hooligan stop, heroic, stupid, and sloppy
Promise you step to me in the booth, you get dropped
Tell me to stop you're about to turn my mic into
A felony prop, celery chop
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
F*ck it, that shit was hard
Real-life scenarios that happened entirely
So don't be surprised if you happen to remind yourself
Of times you felt inside yourself I know when you rewind it helps
Things got rushed so you couldn't really find yourself
Nobody can ruin this energy, it's a synergy
Fat blunts accompanied with champagne and Hennessy
I'd be telling lies if I said I ain't enjoying the attention women give to me
Get me glistening, but be careful how you mention me
Quite entertaining how some women get their bad on
No hat involved, but they love to get their cap on
Give a lap dance, get your bag on
Relax, take it easy, I'm not trying to get your mad on
Sometimes I got to get my snap on
Remind a few scrubs who their trying to get their yap on
Give me any track for me to snap on
Try to come for me and you'll be a trending hashtag
Remember everything kept track of my past tabs
And people trying to backstab
But that's in the past and the past has passed
And it's trapped in the back of my backpack
And it comes to every studio that I attack at
Ooh, too much fuel, too much fire
If I told you what I wanted, baby, too much desire
And you would've thought, yo, this dude is a liar
And you want me to be the one for you to admire
But don't deny, it yeah, it's quite the view, you're attire I
Apologize if I made you hot like a live wire
You've got nothing on, but it's your beautiful smile you a
Knock-em-dead Angel Funeral Child
I know you want open up from your cubicle mind
Who you know get it popping like Mystique
On the come-up, you should know
You more than likely had missed me on your run-up
Bloated egos are just meant to be popped
Yeah, I heard it, that bullshit you send me will flop
You a motherf*cking toothbrush that's used as a mop
So hooligan stop, heroic, stupid, and sloppy
Promise you step to me in the booth, you get dropped
Tell me to stop you're about to turn my mic into
A felony prop, celery chop
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
F*ck it, that shit was hard
Writer: Omar Sinno
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid