L A C E - Extra

Extra
Extra this
Extra that
The messiah

Look I ain't got time you no extra shit
Stick to the script don't try to be extra bitch
Like a director we got extra clips
Hit the car lot I need a extra whip
All that extra this and extra that
Bitch shut up before you catch a slap
I gave him little white and extra that
And he swore he got the purest pack

He swore he got the purest pack
I just made about a rack
He cook it it will not come back
To book me it's a couple stacks
Like uzis spit on every track
Might lose me if it ain't bout a check
Uh uh girl I just want the neck
Might bless you with some extra that
Trust no nigga to watch my back
Trust no bitch to hold my sack
We po' codiene don't sip no jack
We load them things then you get jacked
We tote them poles like g nikes we come strapped
This is more finesse than trap
My niggas trap and shoot craps
Bet a 100 double that
Bitch shut up I ain't ask you nothing
Dick stuck up and she start gumming
What you talking bout luck, this my moment
Stack these bucks remember I ain't have nothing
Well a little something
Finesse is all I know
By any means gone get this dough

Look I ain't got time you no extra shit
Stick to the script don't try to be extra bitch
Like a director we got extra clips
Hit the car lot I need a extra whip
All that extra this and extra that
Bitch shut up before you catch a slap
I gave him little white and extra that
And he swore he got the purest pack

Ran off on a couple niggas across the country
Sent they money in and I ain't send nothing
Using fake names to pick up wire transfers
You give the jakes names to get some time deferred
Living illegal like everyday the purge
Steady po'ing up fos can't resist the urge
Rolling big backwoods of some potent herbs
I ain't going broke again nigga that's my word
And I ain't never folding won't say a word
When I say I'm the shit I ain't talking turds
But the way the gas got me smelling might as well
Nigga I'm so hot that's why I bring them hell
Pockets full of big knots might make it hail
Remember them few days when I sat in a cell
Felony charge awaiting bail
Now cuffs on my waist instead of my wrist
I refuse to go back to that place
Instead imma shoot it out a 100 rounds to the face
Get rich or die trying ain't no other way
Big diamonds in my ear colder than an ice tray
Diamonds dripping water like an overheated ice tray
Walking oxymoron cause I'm hot as May
And for over cut dope we make the over pay
Made it all back off one play

Look I ain't got time you no extra shit
Stick to the script don't try to be extra bitch
Like a director we got extra clips
Hit the car lot I need a extra whip
All that extra this and extra that
Bitch shut up before you catch a slap
I gave him little white and extra that
And he swore he got the purest pack

Extra extra motherfucker
Yeah
The messiah

Written by:
Malik Stephenson

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