Jamesy. - Circle Small

I need the louis bag
With stacks of cash up in it
A hunnid racks, and a flight...
Right to the fashion district
Dreamin of whips so fast
That they have me actin different
I gotta get it but til then...

It's back to business

Havin shit that's flashy
For other cats is the whackest shit
I can see that you lame
Based off ya chain and ya baddest bitch

There's a difference between havin it
And just actin rich
You cappin when you say you extravagant
Find an ass to kiss

Y'all money bout as long as my flaccid dick
And it's tragic
That y'all usually is too busy braggin
To see what's happenin

And i ain't havin shit
But each time i rap its some classic shit
Play this as my eulogy
And bury me in the casket with
The cabbage, i be smokin the gassest
My blunt the fattest
If u hit this shit, it have you ecstatic..
The stoned immaculate

Ya whole catalogue
Had me and ya shawty cacklin'
And then i had her put it up and back it in
And laughed again

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique..
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Said i

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique..
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique..
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Said i

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique...
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

I ain't never been no P-I-M-P

But i won't hesitate
To slap you weak ass M-C's
Off the pedestal you put yourself on
Bitch im the bomb
And if you test me
I might do cannon-ball's... on your city

Miss me-

With all of the jamesy, you like my brother
I heard it from plenty others
They've mostly been motherfuckers

But if i'm wit you, and you wit me

Then we gon' rideeeee
Til one of us six feet

Okay

And since a youngin i had big dreams
I promised mama
She would see me on the big screen
Knew this was more than that
Before i turned sixteen
That's why i never could ever stop
Spittin sixteens

Everything against me

People actin way to friendly
But i don't want a thing
Unless you got an ear to lend me
I don't kno whyyy
I'm goin oh-so stupid on the mic
When all my competition spit it so gently...

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique...
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Said i

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique..
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique...
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Said i

Came through ten deep
Thats the whole clique...
Kickin super-cali-fragilistic-especially dope shit
Ain't a single fake that i roll with
Prolly why we don't miss
Blowin on some "oh shit!"

Written by:
Dalton Lambden

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