Normal Shit

[Verse 1]
Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by, now you slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz'll put fire to ya skin like cremation
I'm from a different creed, you need Franklins
Uncle Sam ain't have no job for me but scam and robbery
Hand-to-hand with all different color grams for a larger fee
Snub revolver in the Polo parka, son quick on the reach
Cameras on every corner, we still movin' shit on Gotham streets
The level that I'm on's beyond your reach
Give no fucks like Omarion, Lil Fizz niggas fiendin' for the hoes I beat
Know the flow stretch from Colorado out to Mozambique
And leave in front of verbal murder over Wavy shit
Hoes get the dick, no chips then 86
It's the latest greatest fuckin' up your favorite
The shit I make is pit
Draw the blick, aim and freeze your frame like takin' pics
You niggas ain't on shit, just a lot of dick
Dollars the only thing we discussin' if we politic
Line after line on some Jackson Pollock shit
It's the god throwin' flurries at the Baphomet

[Chorus]
His eyes rolled back when he snorted it
Heard your favorite rapper got smoked, that's so unfortunate
Clip you the fuck off for a fortune on some normal shit
They praise the god, they forfeitin' they offerin'
His eyes rolled back when he snorted it
Heard your favorite rapper got smoked, that's so unfortunate
Clip you the fuck off for a fortune on some normal shit
They praise the god, they forfeitin' they offerin'

[Verse 2]
Ayo
Been had the world in my palm, nigga you knew that
Makin' change out you five dollar niggas and New Jacks
Ain't had no pops, so early stop givin' a fuck where dude at
Funny now these niggas on my songs but they bums
'cause soon as I make a move they wanna copy tryna do that
Unoriginal y'all crooks could never be god
This a different talk like Farsi, but y'all ain't see far
It's longevity, fuck overnight celebrity
I celebrate when I can sell a gram for more than seventy
Yeah elevated and gettin' hella cake from off the legacy
These niggas all fraud for a fact, it's not allegedly
Food on my fork, like the best chef recipe
Your bars cool but you lack fly fresh nigga energy
Anytime I'm on the set bet its rest in peace
New York body but the TEC from Chesapeake
Hit you in your neck and your head, and gave your chest a piece
My focus is the treasure in the chest, the rest is weak
I move like a master of chess, but get the checks in E
I care less who check for me
I've always been that nigga and had bitches after the D like the letter E
Black, Asian, and Lebanese, I flex the better steez
Green low letterman with the leather sleeves
Don't save the skees, let 'em leave, learn the lesson B
Y'all niggas way less than me