Lord Pretty Flacko II Remix

[Verse 1: Jeezus]
Jeezus
Only real niggas know me
All the fakes love to hate
But it's cool cause they bitches love to blow me
And I know you nigga plotting on me
I ain't fooled by the fake handshakes
You niggas should bust move
You niggas killing my groove
Weak niggas killing my vibe
You know I ain't got the time
Just worry bout doing you
I'm worried bout getting mine
You hustle to sell 2
I at least sell 9
Told you I'm making moves
The thing with these niggas is they all fake friendly
I don't fuck with these bitches cause they all try to tempt me
The last thing I need is a snake in my family
Pull up with a semi
Close my eyes and 360
It's Jeezus
Like Yeezus
My verses is scriptures
My life is a movie that won't come to theaters
I eat it then beat it
I pose for the picture that's painted by Pablo Picasso my nigga
I'm godly my nigga
Can't stop me my nigga
Peep how I collect all this broccoli my nigga
I'm Pippen these hoes like I'm Scottie my nigga
Jordan don't like me I'm Charles Barkley my nigga
You James but ain't Worthy
You niggas can't hurt me
Cook y'all with the 30
Like I'm Stephen Curry
I rap fast but I am in no type of hurry
Yo girl wanna blow me
She suck up like kirby
Got codeine and jollys
You know my sprite dirty
Put Ya hands on me
And Could just get buried
Put Ya hands on b
And you will just get buried
Fucking with the family and you will all get buried
You ain't do shit yet so stop looking so scary
Got you niggas running up like please have mercy
Pretty please don't hurt me
Little nigga don't worry
I got bitches steady lurking
You the least of my worries
I got bitches you could scroll through my call log
Steady calling me up trynna be the one to come and get a nigga nut off
Your pussy wack hoe I ain't even nut
You can get the fuck up
And out of my crib
Forget where I live
Forget what we did
You swallowed my kids
That was your motive
Don't lie bout the shit
I got it on vid
Don't make me post it
Before I violate ya
I ain't gon say ya name
But I will isolate Ya
You contemplating
If you the topic of conversation
You know yourself ain't gotta mention
Your name for confirmation
Arh
Young OG
And ima keep everything 100
Till the day that I D. I. E.
I grind hard to be the greatest in the east
Like my motherfucking name was B. I. G.

[Verse 2: Money Mac]
When fake niggas die real niggas just multiply