P.S. Maldonna - Polypropylene (Real Wrapper)

Pick any rapper, I clear the whole lot of em
Looking for goats in the mirror, just spotted one
They needed time, so this summer i spotted them
Wintertime
Yo soy comprende bout them commas
I'll stack till my paper like Webanyama
I need my respect today, not mañana
It's P.S. to you, but it's Devon to mama
Ain't tied to no bullshit nah, I ain't Rodman
Don't come to Maldonna crib with no drama
These bitches ain't part of my 99 problems
Too worried being that nigga tomorrow
So many flows, I got shit you can borrow
They all on my nuts, feel like Pedro Cerrano
I'm spitting out hot shit, I ate a pabalano
When JD get back in the nap you a goner
You sleep, I got next, feel like Paola Banchero
Inherited swag, I take after my father
How many bars do you got, bitch a lot of 'em
Pick any rapper, I clear the whole lot of em
Looking for goats in the mirror, just spotted one
They needed time, so this summer i spotted them
Wintertime coming, I roll up my sleeves
Winning time coming, I'm popping my collar
When the time come, dawg, I know what to do
I'll never lose when it's mano y mano
Moose euro-steppin, like Manu Ginoblli
When I get a passport, I'll be right behind em
Dr. Miami, I bodied the beat
If i get a lead, boy don't even bother
Keep it buck, like it's Ilyasova
You want my attention, you gotta try harder
I'm getting real big like a capital letter
I had to big, it's a lot on my shoulders
Feel like Vince carter, Im shutting shit down
If I come through popping my shit, then it's over
Yeah, if I come through popping my shit, then it's over
Yeah, If I come through popping my shit, then it's over
Niggas said that they moving in silence
If they was, then we wasn't aware
We be moving as quiet as kept
Guaranteed to keep everything player
Praise the lord, I don't gotta do much
Look in my bag, and I'm already there
Don't give a fuck, I ain't worried bout niggas dawg
It never mattered, hoe, I never cared
I'm fresher than you
I'm fresher her
I'm fresher than him
I fresher than y'all
Acting brand new
Imma fresh out wrapper
Dawg, my profession is put that shit on
I'm staying up later, but still out the way
Puffing this smoke, till it's stuck in my lungs
What 50 say?
They hate, let them hate
You couldn't handle the weight of my bones
I'm fresher than you
I'm fresher her
I'm fresher than him
I fresher than y'all
Acting brand new
Imma fresh out wrapper
Dawg, my profession is put that shit on
I'm staying up later, but still out the way
Puffing this smoke, till it's stuck in my lungs
What 50 say?
They hate, let them hate
You couldn't handle the weight of my bones

Written by:
Devon Cummings

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