EB Rebel - IDOL

Who am I
Apple of your eye
Whether you know that or not
That girl be hot
On fire
Heat rock
EGOT
Multi talented bastard
One they after
But I move faster
Ok that Jackie Joyner Kersee
They curse me til I'm ill
Baby faced Whip Appeal
Need a couple mill uh
Or mo
Not po
But I'm about to ball
Basket or that racket
Bitch them shots about to fall
Oh you mad
Well tear your ass
Don't pay in cash
Your money dirty
I laundered mine a couple times
Them shits be purty
Nah my shit legit like niggas in parachute pants dancing
All blacked out like Manson
I hit em in the head
I think they prolly need some Tylenol
And I ain't got no time at all
Look at they wall uh
They look to me like I'm they idol
Yeah
Look up to me like I'm they idol
I'm coming for awards
And everything that's in store
Of course
Ok now what these bitches want
What they want from a nigga
Sisqo on the trunk
On the front
Oh you figure
I paint a picture
Too vivid for you to see it
A Basquiat don't fuck with cops
The SAMO shit
Ok now I don't need nobody
I don't fuck with molly
I don't do no lines
Ones I spit sublime
Blind man can see it in me
Not like many
Or any
From a different cloth
Cut it out
Watch yo mouth
I do you dirty
From the south
Fuck y'all
Mistake the draw for dummy
Studied law
Above y'all
Snoody
So sue me
Or kiss my ass
Do what you will with that
And the beat
I ride it like a Harley
Like a Kawasaki
Kill it catch a body
Bang bang (Bang bang)
Look into my eyes I am who you wanna be
Fela Kuti to these niggas
No get enemy
I'm they idol
Yeah
Look up to me like I'm they idol
I'm coming for awards
And everything that's in store
Of course

Written by:
Ebonie Tave

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