[Verse 1]
Unpack the drug paraphernalia
Get high and feel I should prolly marry Iggy Azalea…
Seems appropriate we just appropriate together
Cuz apparently they can’t appreciate we rapping better
Is it my fault I prefer a dap to a handshake?
Or resonate with the ghetto’s pact to the landscape?
Damn straight, couldn’t give a fuck about a damn race
Bullets like some questions and I’m riddling the damn fakes…
You at the top nigga yeah right
You just sitting first place at the red light (yeah)
That just means you missed the green one
And yeah I’m a mean one, I’m like Mr. Grinch spitting termites
Everybody knows I’m a motherfucking monster
Cept that ain’t a metaphor—blood to the ground floor
Stole her breath and left that blonde whore blue
Fly to death like a condor do, I make due
[Hook]
How I haven’t come around yet is beyond me
Started from the D now I’m south in New Orleans
Bling to the ground kneel down I’m astounding
And I’m the best, I don’t need no caucus
For now I’m just parading through these streets like Bacchus
[Verse 2]
I was knock—knocking on heaven’s door
They told me go to hell—and now I’m back from it
Nigga Baphomet, so what you laughing at?
Light skin? Shit I’m Riff Raffing it
And so it’s back to the rap, I’m the bomb I rock
You need some help, well bitch you should go ask God
Cuz if you act up I’ma put you back on the block to walk
Now she thinks she's Lady Marmalade…
I got the hoes I’m farmer John
They bring me cheese that parmesan
They bend the knee like Game of Thrones
And all day they just pick up phones
I make loans, flip the coco—and load the fofo
I’m the motherfucking hip hop Mafioso–better know so
And yeah I admire your faith
But we both know the cops a no show, so baby go home
[Hook]
How I haven’t come around yet is beyond me
Started from the D now I’m south in New Orleans
Bling to the ground kneel down I’m astounding
And I could weep for how cheap that talk is
For now I’m just parading through these streets like Bacchus
[Bridge]
So come ride
And hear the guitar cry
And watch the beat die
I’m talking crime scene tape 'round the studio nigga
Said how the fuck you think I’m steady getting through to you
Man I don’t give a fuck how bad your luck is you could fuck with me
I hit them with the c’est la vie
Got a problem? You could roll up good
If I could fit the whole tree in the bowl I would
[Hook]
How I haven’t come around yet is beyond me
Started from the D now I’m south in New Orleans
Bling to the ground kneel down I’m astounding
And I’m the best I don’t need no caucus
For now I’m just parading through these streets like Bacchus
Unpack the drug paraphernalia
Get high and feel I should prolly marry Iggy Azalea…
Seems appropriate we just appropriate together
Cuz apparently they can’t appreciate we rapping better
Is it my fault I prefer a dap to a handshake?
Or resonate with the ghetto’s pact to the landscape?
Damn straight, couldn’t give a fuck about a damn race
Bullets like some questions and I’m riddling the damn fakes…
You at the top nigga yeah right
You just sitting first place at the red light (yeah)
That just means you missed the green one
And yeah I’m a mean one, I’m like Mr. Grinch spitting termites
Everybody knows I’m a motherfucking monster
Cept that ain’t a metaphor—blood to the ground floor
Stole her breath and left that blonde whore blue
Fly to death like a condor do, I make due
[Hook]
How I haven’t come around yet is beyond me
Started from the D now I’m south in New Orleans
Bling to the ground kneel down I’m astounding
And I’m the best, I don’t need no caucus
For now I’m just parading through these streets like Bacchus
[Verse 2]
I was knock—knocking on heaven’s door
They told me go to hell—and now I’m back from it
Nigga Baphomet, so what you laughing at?
Light skin? Shit I’m Riff Raffing it
And so it’s back to the rap, I’m the bomb I rock
You need some help, well bitch you should go ask God
Cuz if you act up I’ma put you back on the block to walk
Now she thinks she's Lady Marmalade…
I got the hoes I’m farmer John
They bring me cheese that parmesan
They bend the knee like Game of Thrones
And all day they just pick up phones
I make loans, flip the coco—and load the fofo
I’m the motherfucking hip hop Mafioso–better know so
And yeah I admire your faith
But we both know the cops a no show, so baby go home
[Hook]
How I haven’t come around yet is beyond me
Started from the D now I’m south in New Orleans
Bling to the ground kneel down I’m astounding
And I could weep for how cheap that talk is
For now I’m just parading through these streets like Bacchus
[Bridge]
So come ride
And hear the guitar cry
And watch the beat die
I’m talking crime scene tape 'round the studio nigga
Said how the fuck you think I’m steady getting through to you
Man I don’t give a fuck how bad your luck is you could fuck with me
I hit them with the c’est la vie
Got a problem? You could roll up good
If I could fit the whole tree in the bowl I would
[Hook]
How I haven’t come around yet is beyond me
Started from the D now I’m south in New Orleans
Bling to the ground kneel down I’m astounding
And I’m the best I don’t need no caucus
For now I’m just parading through these streets like Bacchus
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