Lapse - Got the sauce

I'm from the x so I got the sauce
Became a boss
I had to get it can't show no remorse
My pockets been hitting a different accord
And bitch I ain't slipping get sent to the morgue
Or sent to the lord
Cause I got to get it ain't shit here a fraud
Fuck fighting with fists
When they pick up the sword
Mid evil
Shit could get different they pray to that eagle
I got evicted out waiting on people
I'm a different route when they are see through
Niggas moved different when they didn't need you
Oh they didn't need you
Now I take trips and that shit like the regal
Bitch got to dip you could wait for the sequel

Bitches be bugging
I was legit, even when they wasn't
I could of hit, Nieces, aunties, Cousins
Still kept it p, because I been hundred
Now you want drama
Bitch that's enough save it for your momma
I'm on a bus out in the Bahamas
Pockets they bust paper with the ganja
Now I'm out flossing
Stone cold stunner I ain't Steve Austin
Pieces hit, saucing
I got the butter mix it with the frosting
Cake up, bossing
No way to cut it you can't get a portion
Wake up, tossing
Can't sleep cause the money up before the morning/

I'm from the x so I got the sauce
Became a boss
I had to get it can't show no remorse
My pockets been hitting a different accord
And bitch I ain't slipping get sent to the morgue
Or sent to the lord
Cause I got to get it ain't shit here a fraud
Fuck fighting with fists
When they pick up the sword
Mid evil
Shit could get different they pray to that eagle
I got evicted out waiting on people
I'm a different route when they are see through
Niggas moved different when they didn't need you
Oh they didn't need you
Now I take trips and that shit like the regal
Bitch got to dip you could wait for the sequel

Written by:
Malcolm Hill

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