Ab$olute_369 - Who Rockin' Like This?

Yeah man, you know what the fuck it is
In a booth

Look, smooth like the dark liquor in my cup that I sip
Niggas always be broke, but be acting like they rich
If it don't make no money, it don't make no sense..
Don't know too many niggas that be rocking like this 2x

Real boss nigga, I'll give a bitch the cold shoulder
Ain't no money, then she ain't coming over..
Real rap star, I can't ever live sober!
Give her dope dick, now the bitch bipolar
Enlightened mind, trying to give your girl some better views
Smell the ocean waters on the way, Santa Ana cruise

Niggas hating on the kid, but he never lose
Hop inside the booth, and start spitting, like I got a missing tooth
These rappers stay dropping lame shit, sounding terrible
Tell your label, put your music up, it ain't helping you

Always been super creative, if you love me, then you paying
Ain't nothing basic, ain't no explanation
All I know is money, I need Benjamin Franklin
Shorty getting naked, washing dishes in her apron

Met her way back, and I think her name was April
About to grab a check, headed up to Staples
Do another show, tell the bitch to drop the addy
When it comes to making money, baby, I'm an addict

I got expensive habits, smoking on some cannabis, never backtracking
Fans begging me, when you finna drop an album?
Every time I drop, nigga, it's another anthem
I turn up the city without even trying

Excited, cause she riding dick on autopilot
Smoking on some real za, top notch exotic
Can't make a play, if it ain't about a profit
Impatient for my music, and they calling me a Prophet!

Give your bitch pipe, as we staring at the city lights
3,500 on some North Face jackets, hmm, something light..
Baby, what's your plan today?
Let's take a trip and grab a bite

Niggas swear they hard, but be sweeter than some Mike and Ikes! 2x

Ugh, what the fuck
Yeah, man, shut the fuck up, all that dumb shit

Who you shot
What you selling
Where you been at
I don't give a fuck, dude

Tell me how to invest, how to pay some bills
How to look into a better future
Not how to be a shooter
I mean, stand on business, but goddamn

Niggas trip me out, man
Anyway, new music on the way, tape dropping soon
Y'all already know what the fuck it is
I'm still on this bitch

I ain't gotta say too much
Smoke some, nigga
Bitch ass nigga
Ay, ay, ay

I ain't Larry June, though
Yeah

Written by:
Matthew Clark

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