Rio Dior - Planet Fulton

This industry so awkward
Not a rapper I'm rockstar
Remember ain't have shit on my plate, Now give me lobster

Number 1 my city nigga
Where Malik monk at
Too sick need a doctor
Killing all oops and imposters
I'm the Realest on the roster
I don't need a sub

All this shit is from the muscle
So this iron got me pumped

Let's box it out like bums
For the funds fuck the fun
Bitch I made it out the slums
With a box cutter and crumbs
You don't make it where I'm from

Where a nigga call you out
Then you gotta run your ones
They with the gang They got a gun
So is it really one on one

You just can't expect to come
If this ain't the place you from
Had 3 opps try shoot at us
And it isn't even lunch

Tackle Brady for a bunch
Pockets fat professor klump
I just pivot shot and scored
Like I'm Kobe in the 4th
I'm the kid with the force
I might drop like 44
That's career high with a dub
They might trade me to the nugs

Niggas sleep don't wake em up
Niggas lying in they verses
What I say you can't make up
All this shit is from the muscle
Now they sleep don't wake em up
Niggas cat they copy us

But this ain't really what you want
This ain't really what you want

She got hips
She got thighs
She a bird brain bitches dumb

This ain't truey, This is balmain
They don't make these where you from?

She a cheesh, She for the streets
She a dub but we seen worst

Keep a piece, To keep the peace
It don't make sense where I'm from

This industry so awkward
Not a rapper I'm rockstar
Remember ain't have shit on my plate
Now give me lobster

Number 1 my city nigga
Where Malik monk at
Too sick need a doctor
Killing all oops and imposters

Realest on the roster
I don't need a sub
All this from the muscle
So that iron got me pumped
Let's box it out like bums
For the funds fuck the fun
Bitch I made it out the slums
With a box cutter and crumbs
You don't make it where I'm from

Written by:
A. JONES

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