Lil Shipe - Superdome Throne

Yeah I did it thought I wasn't, I told ya how I'm coming
Bust the move engine running, gave the wheel to my lil cousin
These rap niggaz in trouble, stacking chips like its ruffles
With these verses I make puzzles, got designer on the buckle
Want smoke we gone touch you, if that's what it comes to
Think skinny niggaz ain't got no muscle
Slow stride, through that New Orleans sunshine
Polo on the eyes, made these muthafuckaz recognize
Hard to stay undercover when ya name infront of one
Can't trust a human went and copped another one
Sending smoke to the heavens cuz my brother need him some
And the homies that ain't here, still gon hold it down son
Opposition, competition, I ain't worried about it none
Dropping bombs, on my moms, ain't nowhere for them to run
Over everything gang, hard is work is never done
See lil mama bout her business, put that wig up in a bun
Make it triple, stayed stoned on these instrumentals
Make the difficult seem simple
A long time since I wrote rhymes with the pencil
There's not enough paper for these thoughts
In my mental, I get caught
Spider webs, business from the cell phone making plays
Niggaz sent shots but they grazed
But when I sent mines, over 30 or the gauge
I like her wit her fro out, dreadlocks or the braids

Written by:
Lil Shipe

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