Ralph Rose - No Hakeem

No Hakeem
I hopped on this shit with no hook
With the baddest lil' bitch in the hood
Fuck the whole scene up
I send all my demons to jugg
Got me stressing and rolling a wood
But speaking on demons
Lil' shawty she love to go see men
I brought her to come see my semen
Straight off of the defense
You see me, I'm out on the deep end
Im wildin, tell them niggas to stop all that reaching
I'm up in the night with a bottle of Donny, all right
Got me thinking 'bout checks and my price
Ya too overhyped, money stickin' like white sauce on rice
I'm different it's some like a dyke
And I'm plottin' on checks with the best
Like ya chain I go snatch and collect, she calling me blessed
The way that my words be uplifting, submissive
Like who the fuck niggas is shittin'
I'm up in the kitchen
Whippin', workin', burnin', learnin' that these niggas
Bitchin', wordin', shit, nervous
Burners, lift, up on them, burn em
I don't believe in that word of mouth
My circle feel smaller than atoms now
But I can stay with it
I just be chillin' but sometimes I gotta slap brims off they fitted
Its fitting
On some king shit, need to pull up in some mean shit
Future all in my hands bitch, I been seen this
Nigga you can't be this
Some of ya bitch made, no shade to the seamstress
They need stitches to be shit
They faking to be rich
A band in all 20s bitch
Ya buggin' no funny shit
I know shawty be lovin' it, let her rock for the hell of it
Big boss nigga okay
Since the tip off, been cookin' niggas all day
Got like 8-9 figures at bay
Got the numbers doing tricks like its Circus Olay
Boutta burn off
With a good bitch who drink straight Smirnoff
Boutta ghost after, nigga that's a good turn off
Telling me stop it, switching on niggas like options
Fuck what you heard of

Written by:
Ralph Foxworth

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