First off, my name Tob', but
Got a BM that I keep my seeds up
Grew up wearin' platinum Fubu on
the Southwest eatin' fufu
And the hammer that I keep don't come with nails,
that hoe'll shoot you, look
I ain't know who Bill Burr
Half my niggas married to
the street without a wedding band
I done peeped that all the smoke these
rappers want be secondhand
My pops said I'd be broke and barely eat,
Yeah, 'cause I'm way, way, way up
Long ways from the days I'd
nowadays all the cake I make us
hunnid trucks from Mercedes
Sagey, Chukwueze, them my babies
Label heads be tryna sway me,
I kill e'erything innately
At the helm of the mothership of drip,
Shh, be quiet, a real nigga speakin'
Voice of God every word I jot,
feel the Spirit breathin'
but the way I cook? Very seasoned
Usher told me do it my way,
Been a shotta, been locked
Now I got 'em ravin' how I'm big on lines,
Need a clergy collar dodgin' fleas
Adversely I affect a demon
Then put semen all up in my queen and yell out,
Yeah, we on baby number cuatro
Yeah, my whole crib look like an art show
I'm like a bird, let me fly away,
4.9
