Model Citizen - Net Runner

This nigga chatting too much I asked him can he can it
Nah I can't clip the money I had to rubber band it
I'm in a private plane I'm high I told the pilot land it
I sat him down and gave him sauce but he couldn't manage
Known to make shit move not off the dro tho
I don't want the fame I don't need the promo
You a loser in this game I been going loco
Always MC on the chain that's the fucking logo
Way I'm shit talking on the beat it's always sounding good
Bitch barking she got ass and imma give her wood
Say you want respect well get some money ain't that understood
Made it out the sandbox cause I was flipping mud
Tryna get paid I had to grab a pack
Wolf with the sheep I'm ready to attack
Why they say they spilling tea all they doing is cap
Doing weird shit to get put on the map
I can't fuck with no nigga that be doing that
This bitch want me to pay better make it clap
I just put up like three then I watch it stack
They be all on my dick don't forget the sack
Keep clocking in you gotta make a living
Just dropped a song and I made a killing
Only leave the crib for money nigga how you feeling
Saw I had the swag so they started stealing
Many men have tried but they just cannot
Y'all all my sons you cannot pop
Bitch I got the keys now it's on lock
I'm all I need who they gon stop
Ten minutes all I need a macbook I'm a known maneuver
Getting christian read the bible should've did it sooner
I keep saying wake up you a fucking snoozer
I'm a big dog you a pup must be fucking nuetered
Bitch made mean that you don't know the real
All ya niggas pussy go and hold the dill
No I don't beat the beat I go in for the kill
Don't get defeated imma make some mils
I been balling on the court I don't like the bleachers
Tweaking in the lab brodie want a feature
Just fucked his bitch it was nice to meet her
Might hit the hoe again I won't wife an eater

Written by:
Peter Brown

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