Marc.Made - Craig

Too busy juggin and jivin I’m eatin dey biting your treasons enlightening me
Bet I stand to attention the light skin in me saying fuck em dis lyrical diarrhea
Diaspora diabetes, clownin' on my sweet tooth’s twisted metal vibe
Gimme flamy head melt my ice cream bitch I’m in my bag like checkers fries
Duecin lame niggas get da pesticide insecticide, gun click bless goodbye
Dead alive im comin like Jet L-I dishing combos to ya juggler
On my ultra finish got me actin out like I’m Dede, Smoky and Craig boy
Call me Pootie Tang foot to headboard so my whip game irregular
Ain’t no I in team just an M-E so it’s all me til dat fat lady
Hoes checkin, my cash saving, big numbers my calculator
Still 2 fingers asalamalaikum that’s more pieces than ya KFC
Need a lot azz I mean A to Z, in dat order alphabet A-B-C bitch
Fuhdatlilbih, I ain't concerned
Fuhdatlilbih, I ain't concerned
Ima go get it, just say da word
Fuhdatlilbih, I ain't concerned
In a few words I can fuck up ya life
Straight to yo porch like I hopped of da bike
I light da torch and go damn near Olympic
Get lifted and spit, no con I’m prolific
Its none of my business but why y’all so lame?
Money and hoes is my only 2 traits
Of course I got more its okay if you boost me
God whipped me up, put his thigh, knee, and boot in it
Wake up and count it, it’s good to be blessed
All of dis dope, ima need a connect
Might just be evil im leakin da plot
In front of my name is a D-R and dot, blow

Written by:
Marcus Herndon

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