OSHEA IV & Mbuckx - For Sosa

I'm sorry miss jackson, son started approachin' me
If I'm in a casket, 2xW #3
I laid on top the choppa, fell asleep dreamin' 'bout home invasion
Move like politicians and never speak on no open cases
Yeezus told me stomp the devil out
And if he talkin' through the wire, send one through ya metal mouth
College dropout was required so I chose a different route
Rather get some that's enrolled, introduce em to several outs (vulgar culture)
Call when ya home, I stroke ya
Slid some kids right cross her tracks, resemble rollercoasters
Might watch a vid' and reenact so we can get off on all of the closure
Knowin' this gon' be confidential
Lend you a shoulder in the moment, no time for lock and kizzle
Drizzle my nizzle kept it simple, "Can't move without ya pistol"
Whip up some shit on instrumental, I'm trappin off a pencil
Park the forces in broad day, my nigga blessed the block
Check the clock, 11:11 somebody po' me up
Down south in VA
Down south in VA
All I need is 15 minutes, in n out, a-q-u-a
Her and her friend be washin' dishes yeah, I like to see two play
Work maneuvers on a cougar, obviously s'il vous plaît
Caught a flight, left bac to cali, money lurkin' me
Broski bleedin' out to bali bangin' burgundy
New potential siren psychy gettin' close to the
Don't play victim when she drop it for a couple G's
Fr
Smokin on fruit
These niggas pussy, these niggas some coots
Yeen gettin' money, just tell em da truth
Yeen got da sauce or a splash of da juice
Da money keep callin', just know I'm en route
These niggas green and they ain't gettin' blues
Ian lyin' 'bout shit, ion care what I do
You can pop shit, just back it up too
Fuck it come get it, I feel like da realest
My styles, they be stealin'
I talk what I'm livin'
All dis flame might just burn up da buildin'
Da way dat I'm rappin', they know dat I'm gifted
I can fuck up da game with no songs, just snippets
Copycat rappers, they gonna mimic
I get money by da minute
Lord knows dat da bullshit come with it
Treat ya favorite rapper just like a minion
All da cap rap gettin' ridiculous
No one dead yet, errbody spinnin'
All da cap rap gettin' ridiculous
No one dead yet, errbody spinnin'
Lord knows dat da bullshit come with it
I get money by da muhfuckin' minute
Copycat rappers, they gon' mimic
Fuck up da game with no songs, just snippets
Da way dat I'm rappin', they know dat I'm gifted
All dis flame might just burn up da buildin'
I talk what I'm livin'
My styles, they be stealin'
I feel like da realest
Fuck it, come get it

Written by:
CHARLES SWINTON, REHMONE WELLS

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