I wrote this song
For the moment that I'm on
When I won't have to say the words
Cuz my fans just sing along
Kinda crazy we work hard just to be lazy
I ate miles just to be Shady
Now I'm full got that magic like McGrady
I won't have have to go on dates
Women wanna fornicate
I'm anemic so I gotta eat that pussy like its steak
Move bitch get out my way...
Like I'm Ludacris
Niggas talking bout how they wet but they computer fish
What the fuck you want?
I got things to do
I had dream
And a scheme
Where I put my momma in a penthouse
Need that view
Gotta whole team yeah they need that too
Need them M's nigga Majin Buu
Quit my job, yeah yeah fuck Sue
I suggest you take a hike of you cant see all the shit I'm amounting to
I'm on top,
Rain check y'all like I'm out of stock
When your shit drops that is not the case
My shit drops like an Otterbox
I'm Frodo to these bros
Waldo to these hoes
So if you think you getting chose?
Imma have to let you know
(You will not find me)
When I was young
They told me don't look into the sun
You'll go blind
Or maybe they were scared I'd find
Out that I could run
Oxygen inside my lungs
In a 3 point stance
So when they shoot that fucking gun
You will not find me
(When my album drops)
You will not find me
(When I leave the dock)
You will not find me
(Punching in a clock)
You will not find me
(When the kicking rocks)
You will not find me
In Highschool
Wouldn't listen to Lil Wayne, cuz
money over bitches just seemed a little profane
Till I realized all the girls that I liked were really bitches, so
Ever since that moment I've been rapping kinda different
Born on the 28th,
I'm a libra play it safe,
And kill all the competition
Make sure no one gets to race
Like I said in my other song (Boy)
Who the fuck are you?
Don't keep pillows on my bed
So I don't get too comfortable
I don't owe you shit
Ain't believe in me
Everybody wants you when your gold when your C3P
Gotta fight for your right like the Beastie Bs
Angel in the dust like PCP
Tryna sell out in the MSG
Tryna stay away from the MSG
Diabetes in my family
Gotta live to see a Grammy
Tried to shit on me but didn't wash your hands
So I ain't taking shit you hand me
That's my modus operandi
I'm a savage, call me Randy
Fill my cup, call me Stanley
Due to proper planning
(You will not find me)

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