Bmor & Shae Funds - A.I.

Practice?
You talkin' bout practice?
Not a game
Practice
Practice makes perfect no champion
Wanna join the gang gotta stamp you in
Gotta stand out no ambiance
Pray my niggas gonna make it out
Gotta take the chance
Practice makes perfect no champions
Niggas come around when the racks came in
Bitches on the ground shakin' ass for this
Got me in the club like pass the shit
Brodie looked at me 'bout to smash the bitch
Hoes all around since the cash came in
Get it out the ground
Out the dirt the sand
Movin' all the pounds
Had to work for this
Ride for my niggas in a hurst wit them
Put a niggas six feet in the dirt for them
Cant ride my wave
Cant surf wit them
Pray my niggas make it out
Go to church wit them
Practice ain't worth it if we champions
Birds start chirpin' when the pack come in
First and the third when them checks come in
Puttin' in the work so we tax the shit
Tell me if it work fiends test the shit
Tell me what's the word lets address the shit
Put you on a shirt you ain't dressing in
"S" on my chest I ain't Superman
Back to the trap like I'm movin' in
Niggas so goofy pay two for ten
Rob that nigga then sell it back
Fuck these bitches I'm celibate
Sort of like Jesus I'm Heaven sent
You cant see me through 5%
We talkin' practice Allen Iverson
We got the Action no Bronson shit
I'm plugged in like a socket is
Takin' off like the Rockets did
My flow sick like its positive
I'm trynna hit where yo pockets is
I wanna bitch from the tropic land
Ghetto as booty wit some brown skin
We got them sticks like we hockey playin'
Put him in the ditch we gone leave 'em layin'
Practice makes perfect no champion
Wanna join the gang gotta stamp you in
Gotta stand out no ambiance
Pray my niggas gonna make it out
Gotta take the chance
Practice makes perfect no champions
Niggas come around when the racks came in
Bitches on the ground shakin' ass for this
Got me in the club like pass the shit
Brodie looked at me 'bout to smash the bitch
Hoes all around since the cash came in
Get it out the ground
Out the dirt the sand
Movin' all the pounds
Had to work for this
Ride for my niggas in a hurst wit them
Put a niggas six feet in the dirt for them
Cant ride my wave
Cant surf wit them
Pray my niggas make it out
Go to church wit them
Practice makes perfect
Which ride you in?
Shawty on the ground like she divin' in
I 'ont need practice like I'm Iverson
Ballin' out control need lane assist
I keep two cups tippin' like I'm paid for this
I'm to too difference why they hatin' him
Rollin up quad like a champion
Champagne like my cardigan
They declined yo card again
I been sleepin' on these niggas
Like I pop an Ambien
They need an ambulance
I unscrew the silencer
Niggas hate behind us
They trynna remind us
Uh
You can't trust no opp
Uh
I'm the soda pop
Uh
Mountain top
Uh
I will never stop climbin' up
Yeah
Lookin thru the EOTech
I'm on the rooftop
Sicker than Imhotep
They trynna hit reset
I put the beat the rest

Written by:
Brandon Morris, Shae Murphy

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