I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old flows
Let's go back to when I couldn't get my car to start
I was happy that I even had a car to park
In the studio with Benny and we partied hard
Only after all the work
We'd be like hardy har har
Sip Bacardi Dark
(Yuh)
Like it's Mardi Gras
I'll put it like Slim if you can hardly talk Then you gon' prolly fall
All over everybody in the hall that was tryna walk
DJ bumpin he don't need to find a bop he got em all
Aww naw, hell naw, they don't got the balls
To start **** the whole clique prolly wanna
Rock 'n' Roll lets go everybody wanna show
Seven of my brothers pop up like our mother is the Octomom
Tell me something good
Chaka Khan
Chillin' in the hood every time Messiah drop a song
"He's too good for the streets"
No, you got it wrong
I'm only this smoove on the beats
Cuz I'm on some strong
Medication
I miss those days I'm thinkin that I need to take a vacation
I been hesitatin'
Cuz every thing that I'm makin
Is takin a lot of this love with this patience
And Time I ain't wasting
Opportunities come and go
Don't regret the ones that failed to be taken
I remember back when Foos they were breakin
Now they breaking down
Shit I hope that all the funk wasn't fake when
All they do is talk
Better simmer down
I wrote this for the summer
It's probably winter now
I'm tryna be the dopest rockin in my town
I know I said it once
But homie simmer down
Ain't **** for you to figure out
Winner chicken dinner homie get the crown
Couple born sinners yeah we makin rounds
Rime Messiah that mother****er
That came to break it down
I know these hoe mother****ers
Want to see Messiah down
But I'm up
I could drown in this drip
Take a trip off a zip and I'm stuck
Still the same goofy ass
Y'all know that that's me
Yo wasup
I still do what I do
Only rock with a few in the cut
Keep it a Hunnid and up
I don't give a **** if you one of the toughest mother****ers
This tech nine, man it got you runnin it up
Gift of gab on smash man I'm ****in it up
Gotta keep climbing I won't stay stuck in a rut
Pulled my ass out still hungry as ****
Stupid as hell
Only as dumb as your luck
If you - If you couldn't tell by how my lungs they erupt
With Deez words while y'all mouths
Steady full of Deez nuts
I don't give a ****
This album ain't for the kids
Its for my city throw it up
I really don't wanna live anywhere else
Cuz where I live is the shit
You know what it is
Nine one to the fifth
I'm runnin my mouth like
I'm runnin this *****
I ain't about to start running from shit
You can try but u won't get under my skin
Summer to summer I win
There isn't a **** I can give
Man, you know what it is
I said I think you need to simmer down
It's probably winter now
I'm tryna be the dopest rockin in my town
I know I said it once
But homie simmer down
Ain't **** for you to figure out
Winner chicken dinner homie get the crown
Couple born sinners yeah we makin rounds
Rime Messiah that mother****er
That came to break it down
Simmer down
Ain't **** for you to figure out
Winner chicken dinner homie get the crown
Couple born sinners yeah we makin rounds
Rime Messiah that mother****er
That came to break it down
