A Walking Paradox

How you claimin you gon pop shit
Jet on the ground you ain’t fly as the cock pit
Bullshit y’all need to stop it
I’m michael jordan you barely joe johnson
Magic
So sick of you niggas
I send out a hit & still ride with the killer
No day alive i have ever been bitter
I’m cold in july youngin hot in december

A walking paradox
No i can’t share a knot if you ain’t been on the squad
She said i act like i don’t care
Think you’re mistaken this ain’t a facade
Bitch i’m the hottest
You claim you can see me
I guarantee it’s a mirage
Leave you deserted
Tell me how defeat taste
Slimed that boy out
He thought hе won a sweepstakes

You double crossed mе
I ain’t one to peace make
Nigga oh well
See you in hell
These niggas blind to fact
I still wind that shit back like odell
You better read it in braille
They wanna see me in jail
That ain’t my habitat
Can’t see the good in me?
Must be the cataracts
Sneak disses
Don’t you know that’s just a bad attack?
Air yo ass out from the back of a cadillac

Rather go blind than to hang in your company
Only me
That’s like three
I never lie to these hoes & they come to me
Don’t run game
Just do me
You talk on pillows slobbing on her sheets
& it’s spelling out everything for me to see
She can’t hold water but you got her mouth full
Get pushed up on
Talk about my pull

Well connected in
& respected in
& impressive in
All environments

No retirements
I’m forever in
I’m collecting M’s
Till i die in this

You know the Jag with whatever
We change up the weather
You like it or not?
Nevertheless it ain’t some you’ll stop
Better than ever
I pop till i drop

My dough nuts feel like j dilla
Back from the dead michael jackson thriller
Came back for some head man i ain’t gon hit her
Had to x out malcolm cause his ass in the middle

Been telling everyone pick a side
Bitch hit my brotha now she tryna get a ride
Real niggas dying it feel like a genocide
They stealing swag now the jag gotta improvise

Nigga down bad but he went & talked bad on me to a hoe
No brother i cannot sympathize
Spend all that money on coke & the flows i just wrote
Told lil homie that he gotta pick a line
I’m from the 9
Went to albany high
Sister go to da roe
Call it sprite color lemon-lime
Invisible like a ghost
Niggas ridicule me but this PLMG shit really divine

Told her daddy ain’t got no time for tricks like it’s slip n slide
Hold back her legs yea she like how i grip her thighs
Shoutout my baby yessir she a gemini
Plus i’m the outkast now we aquemini

You & i
Do or die
If you try
Lay you down & i’m sending you to the sky

Box you in
Lock you in
Tell your friends
But they moving shifty they won’t clock you in

They can’t stand my reign
Gottem feelin missy
Elliot
I run it back to the 50
Scent on me clean
Double C back to back just like drizzy

Different heat
Can’t no nigga pity me
Giving nobody energy
When i see a mirror see the enemy

I won’t diss a peer in the industry
But i’ll disappear in the industry
I’mma switch the gear til the engine scream
Foot on the gas till the end of me

Bitch i’m visibly
Back on my bullshit 887 take niggas to heaven
I empty a full clip
Pop Gang nigga a Maverick walked in the establishment
Armed, loaded & ready to pull this

This is the dawn of a new day
This ain’t no 2k
Come down to my career, fuck how you play
Tricks & gimmicks ain’t doing it nigga
Shit on ya image & now it’s clearer

How could i fear someone bleeding like me
7 days straight on yo ass, niggas weak
Running & hiding but still imma seek
Stomping you out now you feeling defeat

Feeling relieved when i took a step back
I let you make all your plays in advance
No i’m not asking you give me a chance
I’m taking that shit, you gon know who i am