Yeah Yeah
Moody the reaper out of sleep he comin alive
Yeah Yeah
At every show I'm touchin they soul, I'm startin up fires
Yeah okay
I pound my chest I'm really bless, I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah
You tryin your best its makin me laugh its hurting my sides
They don't know bout the shit I be on, they don't know bout the shit I did wrong
In my lair I'm counting up bones, got a top down view from the throne
She compelled but I'm not a cheater, told my thrall I got you an eater
Copped a haul and slept at the Seasons, I go hard I don't need a reason
F*ck
I went black on a track again
Fooled'em twice and he lacked again
Your advice isn't worth the cents, but I got respect if you tapping in
Shit I got respect for a real real artist
Put in the time and you'll go the farthest
You gotta make sure they know its your calling, why are you stalling?
Cyka Blyat
I'm wit a mixed lil Rus and she look a lot like Bia
I'm in that zone in a Kia, ready to kill
Cover that face like Sia
Green coming in like Chias, told me to chill
F*ck that this my year
Make me a b like Madea, we livin la vida
I need me a Moody Adida
Need to be thumbin through so much paper I feel like a reader
Bind the shit, publish it, some other shit
Whole franchise, get a movie deal, act in the shit
Make more paper off that paper, I'm brilliant
Need new haters, my old haters diminishing
I drop shit, they too lit they grimacing
Keep a big zo, he cold blooded reptilian
Drop a fat man on your headtop like Cillian
The only stylist that I got inside my DS
She got my cards and she faced down but this ain't bs
Wrote in the stars and then aligned them up with Venus
I wrote these plans
But they can't see it
Cyka Blyat
Bumbaclart
(Translation)
You don't have the motion that I have
You aren't worshiped as a deity and more importantly you aren't immortal (this is a threat)
You don't have a fraction of the natural talent or athleticism that I have
You don't garner the attention that I do when I walk into a room
You don't present yourself nearly as well as I do
You're bad in bed
Your car is old and barely functioning
You're too complacent to reach for greater heights and even if you weren't, you still wouldn't be able to achieve them because you just don't have what it takes
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Yeah Yeah
Moody the reaper out of sleep he comin alive
Yeah Yeah
At every show I'm touchin they soul, I'm startin up fires
Yeah okay
I pound my chest I'm really bless, I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah
You tryin your best its makin me laugh its hurting my sides
They don't know bout the shit I be on, they don't know bout the shit I did wrong
In my lair I'm counting up bones, got a top down view from the throne
She compelled but I'm not a cheater, told my thrall I got you an eater
Copped a haul and slept at the Seasons, I go hard I don't need a reason
F*ck
I went black on a track again
Fooled'em twice and he lacked again
Your advice isn't worth the cents, but I got respect if you tapping in
Shit I got respect for a real real artist
Put in the time and you'll go the farthest
You gotta make sure they know its your calling, why are you stalling?
Cyka Blyat
I'm wit a mixed lil Rus and she look a lot like Bia
I'm in that zone in a Kia, ready to kill
Cover that face like Sia
Green coming in like Chias, told me to chill
F*ck that this my year
Make me a b like Madea, we livin la vida
I need me a Moody Adida
Need to be thumbin through so much paper I feel like a reader
Bind the shit, publish it, some other shit
Whole franchise, get a movie deal, act in the shit
Make more paper off that paper, I'm brilliant
Need new haters, my old haters diminishing
I drop shit, they too lit they grimacing
Keep a big zo, he cold blooded reptilian
Drop a fat man on your headtop like Cillian
The only stylist that I got inside my DS
She got my cards and she faced down but this ain't bs
Wrote in the stars and then aligned them up with Venus
I wrote these plans
But they can't see it
Cyka Blyat
Bumbaclart
(Translation)
You don't have the motion that I have
You aren't worshiped as a deity and more importantly you aren't immortal (this is a threat)
You don't have a fraction of the natural talent or athleticism that I have
You don't garner the attention that I do when I walk into a room
You don't present yourself nearly as well as I do
You're bad in bed
Your car is old and barely functioning
You're too complacent to reach for greater heights and even if you weren't, you still wouldn't be able to achieve them because you just don't have what it takes
Moody the reaper out of sleep he comin alive
Yeah Yeah
At every show I'm touchin they soul, I'm startin up fires
Yeah okay
I pound my chest I'm really bless, I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah
You tryin your best its makin me laugh its hurting my sides
They don't know bout the shit I be on, they don't know bout the shit I did wrong
In my lair I'm counting up bones, got a top down view from the throne
She compelled but I'm not a cheater, told my thrall I got you an eater
Copped a haul and slept at the Seasons, I go hard I don't need a reason
F*ck
I went black on a track again
Fooled'em twice and he lacked again
Your advice isn't worth the cents, but I got respect if you tapping in
Shit I got respect for a real real artist
Put in the time and you'll go the farthest
You gotta make sure they know its your calling, why are you stalling?
Cyka Blyat
I'm wit a mixed lil Rus and she look a lot like Bia
I'm in that zone in a Kia, ready to kill
Cover that face like Sia
Green coming in like Chias, told me to chill
F*ck that this my year
Make me a b like Madea, we livin la vida
I need me a Moody Adida
Need to be thumbin through so much paper I feel like a reader
Bind the shit, publish it, some other shit
Whole franchise, get a movie deal, act in the shit
Make more paper off that paper, I'm brilliant
Need new haters, my old haters diminishing
I drop shit, they too lit they grimacing
Keep a big zo, he cold blooded reptilian
Drop a fat man on your headtop like Cillian
The only stylist that I got inside my DS
She got my cards and she faced down but this ain't bs
Wrote in the stars and then aligned them up with Venus
I wrote these plans
But they can't see it
Cyka Blyat
Bumbaclart
(Translation)
You don't have the motion that I have
You aren't worshiped as a deity and more importantly you aren't immortal (this is a threat)
You don't have a fraction of the natural talent or athleticism that I have
You don't garner the attention that I do when I walk into a room
You don't present yourself nearly as well as I do
You're bad in bed
Your car is old and barely functioning
You're too complacent to reach for greater heights and even if you weren't, you still wouldn't be able to achieve them because you just don't have what it takes
Writer: Maxwell Morgan
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