Iv. Crockpot

[Verse]
We got a lot just to celebrate to heaven I will elevate tryna make a tape since I was eight create debate cause I was great
You empty like apocalypse
Learnt the word from 2 pacs lips
I had to spark a pack of spliffs then go and watch the moon eclipse
They try to help and I just save
No wonder niggas misbehave because they treat us all like slaves
And your Goliath I am Dave-Vid
Your words are always over ray-ted
And why am I always fay-sed
Just don't mind me I'm standing with the trees put my hand in the breeze
Dodging all dah debris from dah tittys double d's wear a hat like double d's a bitch name Nazz is on her knees
On the mic I had to spazz
On the mic you niggas fags
Cause you claiming you got swag
And I think I need a fag
I inhale I take a drag and put your body in a bag and jus leave it in the past cause you niggas never last
And ladies love to lift there legs up even though I know there fed up they all need to pick there head up cause we grew the games are through no time to play
Seven up
If heavens up then why go down
When you die your in the ground
Pass in peace don't make a sound release the chains that have been bound I need a crown cause im profound
Why they try to tear a me down?
Cause I'm black my skin is brown
I hear the house creakin I'm steady freakin
These niggas catchin bodies
Who knows when they gon sneak in
But its ok I'm chillin on the beach when I'm in the LA
My mind in space when I hit the jay and Jus fly away
You caught in an imbroglio
Nigga you know Imma blow
Im never stoppin with the flow I am on top and your below
You can't even match the flow
Scratch the match and burn the dro
I had to match the words with Hov observe the gold when verbs is told
A million more miles means a million more minutes
I hate it when she smiles makes me feel like I'm a child
But hol' up
Cause I'm going to fast
La Gente love the beat so I had to make it last
I'm pippen with the pass
Niggas brick I'm on the glass like em thick they need some ass if they skinny Imma pass
Cause I need to get to class
Put my fingers in the grass forte let the music blast just like its from the past
And Yall copy niggas style like a stencil your bars are rudimental the penmanship essential

[Verse 2]
You're under false pretense you pretend to be friends we meet and we greet and go get food to eat
An then you on retreat when I'm taking some heat
My life is complete when i rip up a beat
And you must of never met this nigga man
Don't be on the wrong side of the trigga man
Poppin pills put they lives up on Instagram
For the thrill but they act like we give a damn
And Faded out is no doubt
In a cloud puffin loud
Why they doubt shut your mouth or your out from the clout

[Verse 3]
Said I'm a general
A money making federal
These sucka ass mc's ain't held up on my pedestal
Tell my bad bad bitch break down the medical
She got a big brain so her head game exceptional
(uhhhh)
Take a photo for that Kodak moment
If I get my moment nigga you know imma own it
All recess to distress haters wanna talk so I'm giving y'all a Kleenex
Rippin' them to pieces imma let them decompose
Yall brickin on the beat like shaqs free throws
But I suppose the days are getting better
Cheifin' on the reefer take a shotty to the header
And to the notion
That can cause commotion when my brain gone off that potion easy going weed is blowin I'm so high said I'm that guy
And its funny that when someone gets a little money
Chummy hands is looking crumby bummy niggas fiend for money