Meditatin With Quetzalcoatl: Curren$y, Showroom, Second Verse
Show em better than I can tell em, they gon feel me
Niggas I grew up with changin up say they gon kill me
If they ever catch me slippin I don’t give a fuck, sincerely
I know they just emotional, they love me they fear me
They like my women, they see me steerin, wish they was in it
Jealousy just feedin em negative energy
I put my hands together, prayin for my frenemies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Can’t violate the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go, Fredo you killin me
I worked hard, bloggers thinkin that it’s 10 of me
Droppin record after record like them bitches slippery
I like nice shit and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it’s not rocket science or quantum physics
Get on task fool, trap to a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed em in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and this legal drug dealing
…My God what a feeling
Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappear when the drizzle clearing
I probably be laid in the enclave until then
JET miss in the kitchen, grillin up steaks
It’ll smell like Ruth’s Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung, when I’m done they’ll say I’m great
(Source: asapmillsy)
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