The Formula

[Verse 1]
Started my morning off with two palmers
Sippin the day’s soda like it’s water
I should stop smokin today but I don’t wanna
Mind right, and my game tight, I got the formula
Golly these corny niggas, swear they be on shit
Turkeys, a bunch of turkeys, these buls gobblin
Nauseous, woo! That’s that strong shit
Where’d you find this?
Darlin, she said the stars up here are so marvelous

[Verse 2]
I’m stuntin on them like I had to
Hatin on a young nigga but I ain’t mad at you
Competition just feeds my appetite
You want that shit, I want that shit too
Got my fork and knife
Had to turn it up a notch cause it’s necessary
I’m gettin pick on the clock and the crowd cheering
Bag gettin heavy, running it up, we always carry
Hopped off the porch with this shit and became legendary
Ziplock should sponsor me
Dutch master, honor me
Honestly, ya boy got a lane
Who run beside me and next to me?
Ain’t no one close to me or approaching me
GT pull up, clicking on all circuits
Try keep up with me
I had knots in my stomach
I had thoughts I wouldn’t make it
Fuck runnin’ out of chances
You won’t give it, I’ll take it
Niggas be mad, when it ain’t and
Turn around, say you famous
You say you do what I do
But I raced it, and you chased it
A blessing to play in this game
Be one of the selected
You come around me
My nigga, you better be respected
Beamin is scheming, I’m riding round with it up my bounty
This shit’s astounding
Whether movin ounces or movin mountains
My main bitch just told me how she gon get rid of me
The best head I ever got in my life for was some Sixer seats
Puttin cash on the counter
Put her ass on the counter
Love watchin numbers jump on the scale
Count up, count up, count up

[Verse 3]
Champion sound
Made niggas look to the sky when they hear it
Bitches love the way I talk cause it’s always that good shit
Thinkin weekends for freakin, I’m on some pimp shit
Kickin big shit with these bitches, then it’s deuces
Just had to bust another pack of that 5-0
Home grown right here in Philly, what you know about?
Oh man, it’s takin over, oh I feel it
Dancing on them like John Travolta
I got the fever
I heard the shit you niggas be talkin
Boy you know you piped
Niggas stuck in the same place for years
Got the nerve to talk about they grinding
Hopped in my bag before my brody goin inside the system
Free black fool, real spill, real deal, real niggas

[Outro]
Trips, flips, it’s nothin
I got zones, what you want, it’s nothin
Flexin, home and on the road, it’s nothin
Act a donkey on these hoes, it’s nothin
I make this shit look too easy, it’s nothin
I’m in the sea feelin breezy, it’s nothin
Gettin tipped on the court, it’s nothin
I had to put the pressure on em, it’s nothin