Shotta

My territory principality, principality
Before I was named a fucking prince I had to show instrumentality, instrumentality
But now I’m scripting painted pictures with lyrics of my caricature, my caricature
And I’m in love with this bitch, she don’t ever seem to listen up, to listen up

Flashing lights in my city
And there’s aliens out there in space
So I meditate, kinda break my faith
I hope my music reaches their wave
My ? had hiccups
Now I’m spreading crystals on base
Cooking up storms
Trying to make money rain
My fam is shooting crystals on river music
Business got me in meetings that could wipe you out of this race
No accident, we get it happening
Everything we execute we put passion in
Now we build this shit, fill this
But we never had a ? in this bitch feel this
Got a message in our mind real quick
You know that

Mama raised a shotta
A shotta hustling rhymes
But you know I’m delivering on time
Tell em
That mama raised a shotta
A shotta with these words
You know the pen is mightier than the sword
So am I

A shotta
Brra brra

Born as an aries
Spring baby, the way with the fairies
Some things ain’t never gonna change
I’m searching for the fate of aries
Something about Mary
Something about her don’t bare me
First time that I hit that bareback
Would I take that day back? Barely
Lord, mama never raised no fool
But papa never raised no one
Gotta get by by the words I wrote
When I heard you trying
Well I ain’t no fun
My nigga, in my world sugar ain’t sweet
Broke and I ain’t been paid all week
So I don’t wanna hear you speak
Pay me now, nigga, talk ain’t cheap
Sunny outside and I’m ? clouded
Gotta get down for the ones who doubted
So, wanna know how that sounded
All your doubt, put your money where your mouth is
Face it, none of my camp is quiet
None of my camp putting out no shit
Could’ve took a walk in my old laces
But I’ve got big feet so the shoe don’t fit
Now go fish, go fish, go fish, go fish
No hope for the hopeless
Got a whip that I couldn’t afford
But I got that drive so I never lost focus
See, none of my camp is quiet
None of my camp putting out no shit
Could’ve took a walk in my old laces
But I’ve got big feet so the shoe don’t fit

Mama raised a shotta
A shotta hustling rhymes
But you know I’m delivering on time
Tell em
That mama raised a shotta
A shotta with these words
You know the pen is mightier than the sword
So am I

A shotta
Brra brra