Woodah - Astrology

I'm finally inside of the building I'm working up outta the basement
Had to jump off of the porch and now the whole crib is so spacious
I fuck with a cougar I prolly go take her and her daughter go get em a face lift
Tell her I'm outta this world so we can take off in my spaceship

Staying alone by myself
But good everywhere on some drake shit
If I can't afford it you won't see me wear it ain't rocking no fake shit
These niggas been playing around with that beef so I chill on my Steak shit
Tried to be nice but niggas still sleep on the boy so I'm tryna take shit
All in my phone like she is the one but shawty was never my favorite
Smoking a wood I'm swinging through vines all my niggas on that ape shit
I'm chillin I'm taking my time the new bezel on me im sorry I'm late bitch
And shawty be saying I'm fine but I'm tryna show that lil baby I'm straight bitch
Know some niggas that's gone hate this
I chief on my blunt so I'm great bitch
The man of my city
I'm rolling up good Mary Jane but I never save shit
And shawty be still tryna vent we talking about it but I cannot change shit
Close to the plug
Cooking up niggas like ovens I'm ready to bake shit

I'm finally inside of the building I'm working up outta the basement
Had to jump off of the porch and now the whole crib is so spacious
I fuck with a cougar I prolly go take her and her daughter go get em a face lift
Tell her I'm outta this world so we can take off in my spaceship

No signal I'm used to the static
From the basement to the attic
Popping a perc and it make me Dramatic
Ball on these niggas like Madden
Ready to fire these niggas Dragons
I came all this way so let's get this shit cracking
I'm seeing yo numbers I break em Fractions
A head of them niggas that's still out here capping
Wavy like captains
True to this shit I ain't acting
Look at my room what happened
I was just rapping
Selling this dope like I'm trapping
And flipping more hoes than gymnastics
Buying my mom a new Patek
Trick up my sleeve with the magic
Need a new tailor like fashion
Chain on me colder than lashings
Losing my mind like I had it

Written by:
William Comer

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