Say What's Ill
If you could put your eyesight
Through my eye view
Swear you'd see it shorter than
A shorty who's 5"2'
High cool palms through this
Paper I write through
Bout that "Real Love" that a Mary J blige do
I do things for shorties who's eyes blue
But her light skin red like Piru
And damn, I'm feeling like a plane
I'm just looking for a air
Head shorty to fly through
And I sky through whips like a crash dummy
You cats funny, this rapping is my dad sonny
Lost the mother years back, don't ask money
Niggas who got religious will
Still blast for me
I'm back like fiends for the drug money
You dumb funny fuckers fronting
Like thugs buddy
Anyone with a flag can be a blood
But he won't be a blood when
It comes to the sun dummy asking women
"Why your man counting ones honey?"
Without Wayne
He's still dealing with young money
And I been looking for a girl
So you can take three and lose two and
Still wouldn't be the one for me
I never wished for niggas
To get it intertwined
The money 360°, even sitting in a line
I realize none of these niggas
Is friends of mine mel Gibson ain't the only
Nigga catching signs
You gotta understand I'm in a different mind
I'm Vince Carter x2, I'm in a different prime
I got my fork and my
Knife like it's dinner time
Taking niggas greens like trees
In the winter time
I feel lost with this pen of mine
I'm just talking, I ain't even begin to rhyme
I'm burning up rappers like
Like a pimp at a strip club
You can get behind
Feel your mind change, in this diaphram
It's all mind games, It's part of the diagram
And I sit back and watch time change
My frame cool in a room full of five lames
Mr nine chain wearing round my neck piece
SB fans in the winter with the fresh fleece
I'm X streets, best be
In and out the slot like a USB
Crew freshly dressed watch your M-A-N-V-M-E
But I can bring that fly shit right back
Make a broad say I'm bad like Mike Jack
Type of rappers wanna lie while I write facts
Sleeping on niggas, PJs and a night cap
You see, I'm cold as an ice rack
But I'm fresh out the mouth like a nice jab
I heard your pipe rap, Family Guy
I ain't sharp, one shot your brain marrow fly
But I can burn you mans alive
You faker than a human disguise
Just take it how two mans collide i shine
I can take the sun from the
South and leave Houston deprived
But, Houston, we got a P-R-oblem
Whether you are Batman or Robin
In a room, a bafoon or a goon or a goblin
You are nothing but a joker
In the city of Gotham
I feel I was tossed in this mix off
Shit got me puzzled like a jigsaw, shit, boy
We living it all like it's pish posh
But I'm feeling like a block, like Chris Bosh
To see succession or beat
Depression and leave recession
I got devilish style
I need to see the Reverend
I need a blessing to leave a lesson
To key in testing
'Cause I'm professional, born in a seminal
If I'm the envelope
You niggas the centerfold
I'm in heaven still tryna dodge the men below
I'm telling every girl that we can't elope
States boy getting peeled like antelope
And we ain't on the same level
The same stage still Fly like Drake
But we ain't on the same page
As far as the future sees
Welcome to the future, TO
Welcome to the mixtape