In A Good Way

[Hook]
Hook 'em, bait a motherfucker like a fish
Up at the top, I ain't talking bout a dish
No chimo, you ain't fuckin' with the kid
I don't need to put a tab on my tongue for me to trip

Get 'em, world in my hand and I'ma kick it
Love hanging out, I ain't talkin bout a friendship
Got 'em, on the microphone, not a problem
In a good way, got green like Boston

[Verse 1]
My own mama love me, so these other women, I can't do it
My own partner told me that he's down for this, but he can't do it
He just don't got the work ethic that it takes to really do it
Everybody thinking it comes easy, man they fuckin' stupid

Put my past behind me, now they're tryna bring it up again
Got a brighter future, then I light up on the other end
Break it down, I'm a roll, like we was shootin' craps
Left the 402 in '09, sometimes feel like movin' back

No I don't
Fuck with
No-bo-dy
I love it

Lone-uh-ly
Recordin'
By my self
No Jordan, no Pippen

Verse him, me verse him, I work him
High as a bitch don't feel like a earthling
Motherfuck a martian, but I'm full like a clip
And I stay runnin' with the bulls with the shit

Ain't with the bullshit, I'll take a bullet
For motherfuckers who I roll with
Only the real and never the fry
You don't really wanna see Kemp get off

Go through with everything I say
Down for whatever til the day I get paid
I didn't mean it like that!
Word to competition, I lay 'em out flat

Walk around with a shoulder lean
But I ain't talking bout Jordan
She grind all on Sean V
But I ain't talkin' bout pole dance

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[Verse 2]
Sick 'em, no pet dog, I Vick 'em
When I'm on beat, guarantee I kill it
Up at the top, I ain't talkin bout the ceiling
Even when I'm numb go dumb they feel it

Motherfuck your feelings and motherfuck the odds
Middle finger at the fries, I ain't never gonna stop
Chop, chop, chop, get done, no talkin'
Only one rappin' but the action like Bronson

Tell me why all the good guy die young
Tell me why new rappers gotta sound dumb
Had to watch it all unfold right in front of me
Takin' what's mine, I should be number one

You go head keep all them planes
You go head keep all them cars
You go head and front like a fake
Puffin' out your chest and actin' like you hard

I know a pussy right when I see one
You can ask Aaliyah AKA Ms Cletus
You can ask Colby, you can ask Jobie
You can ask Cody, shit Alex Solis

Still on my grind and I'm doing my thizzang
Even when I'm down, stand tall like Dikembe
Even when I'm high, I'm down for the cause
World in my hand, I'ma drop it like a grenade

Drop a bomb on the beat, like Russia did ISIS
And I'm so high you can tell by my eyelids
And I'm so high I can't tell what the time is
Man what the fuck the time is?

Sean 4:20 and it ain't no stoppin
Ya'll get ready cuz Ms Cletus droppin'
You ain't heard nothing like this before
You don't like me you can lick my genitals

When it comes down to it, I'm a monster in disguise
But a man in the flesh, and a kid in my eyes
Pain and pride are a motherfuckin' bitch
Cuz you gotta get yours before I gotta get mine

Pop it down, don't talk to me
Don't pop it up, I don't dab
Unless it's wax, you pussies wack
I'm bumpin' my own shit on max

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Hit 'em, hit 'em with that Pac, no Biggie
Better mention my name in the same sentence
Joe, don't take it personal coach
Down to the wire, down to the last roach

Shouts to my cousin, he go by that name
Old school, [?] here come the pain
Here come the show, and here come the clique
Rollin' by myself, I ain't a punk bitch

All I'm good at, is avoiding other people
Heart full of good, but mind full of evil
Stomach full of stuff I don't wanna discuss
Young King Kemp, [?]

Dope motherfucker, might get your ass high
Ain't worried bout when 5-0 pass by
FUCK 'EM
Man it's FlacoVeli season, it's something serious homie

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