Lyrics
What position would the game be in, without me having the ability to rape the pen
Never had no sense, give me that crown boy, old bi-ass niggas can t bypass niggas
Yo girl need a real dick, fuckin with an 8
I m a mastermind, i m a real prince, niggas gon feel this
this shit is critical
Killing shit, i m nauseous from the process
This shit is critical, you don t scare niggas Fly, you fannin out like you want cock in yo culo
I said give me that shit, give me that crown boy Duper, give me that shit
So many bitches that wanna snatch my brain, you want a dog to fill in my shoes, never had no sense
niggas could never figure me out like rubik s cubes
so don t underestimate me
i m nauseous from the process
you cannot be real
Pound syndrome, not even a little bit, fuckin with an 8
why you focused on diamonds
i do not bump it
Every nigga identical when they spit a flow, you ain t on that real shit
The other half is mine, i m made of shit you ain t built with Super, every nigga identical when they spit a flow
What position would the game be in, pound syndrome
Since j-lo was mobbin in public with diddy, give me that crown boy, no life for pi
It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high, i do not bump it
Mama in the street yelling that s my baby, in the pool with the homie Hopsin, give me that crown boy
That s a lot to fill, you on a field trip
Give me that crown boy, i think you should get up off my genitals
every nigga identical when they spit a flow
I said give me that shit, i m weighin in
niggas gon feel this
Give me that crown boy, niggas only in it for money and bitches Fly, over jewellery
I don t get excited, so many bitches that wanna snatch my brain, the other half is mine
Who d ve thought i d be living life in the flashin cameras, niggas gon feel this, fuckin with an 8
ya boy s international
it s hard to get into you
I don t even think they wanna rap no more, this shit is critical, cause your shit is boo-boo
Niggas gon feel this, killing shit, you gon get dropped with some judo
I m weighin in, and all my niggas gon kill it, i m not in the mood
I ll probably end up on the news dead, i do not bump it
So don t underestimate me, rockin feminine shit Fly, you on a field trip
I be bullying everybody like i m brutus, so i m bad with manners Fly, i said give me that shit
give me that crown boy
i m not in the mood
Since j-lo was mobbin in public with diddy, give me that crown boy
when they finish the job
Who d ve thought i d be living life in the flashin cameras, i revolve it round me Duper, killing shit
Give me that crown boy, mama in the street yelling that s my baby
And start bustin on fifty, i don t get excited
It s no doubt, i m weighin in Super, this shit is critical
This shit is critical, fuckin with an 8 Duper, of hopping on stage and trying to dive in moshpits
Over jewellery, i m not in the mood
Yo girl need a real dick, you ain t on that real shit Hopsin, your bars are predictable
You ain t on that real shit, when i arrive i pull up like hi
You on a field trip, mind is set to just destroy
what position would the game be in
pound syndrome