#Lemon pepper freestyle lyrics full#

I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin' Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin' Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin' Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it 'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one timeīut none of my brothers could caption that lineĪt all, kill me, that's talent God wasted Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cryįirst couple rows, you gon' see the real guys I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyesĪnd the squad look bigger to the young guysĪnd my dick feel better when you drunk, right? 'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made itĭamn, not too many parallels left in our lives Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it allĪnd bein' honest, I don't really wanna talk about itĪnd if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it Lemme know if that's a problem (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts) Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)Īll my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts) Ross sittin' on two hundred thirty-five acresĪnd that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts) Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya

If this is your hobby, then come and meet your makerĬhampagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbansįlooded French Immersion with the Secret Service Regardless of what they husbands do to provide Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again Recess hits, daddy probably made another M Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my little man They all say they love me, but they hardly know me I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji We want everything galore, not just Lira Galoreįor real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan Private villas only, I don't go near a resort I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is These days, fame is disconnected from excellence You just found a bottle with the messages We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me You gotta have the link before you order these One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo 'The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino'

Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin' I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hundred

#Lemon pepper freestyle lyrics full#

Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circleĬlass photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it upĭeath row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme loveįoot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us Practicin' social distance with all these snitch niggas On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?īig bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock usīitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollarsīut it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got itĬount money all night under the candlelight I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale isīiggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music) Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' To get you under my pressure I've been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' What's up? Cuz (To get you under my pressure) Let me pop my shit I can't cry to get no ho back, I can't get my bro back Knowin' he died about some shit that we did way before rap Shit, I survived and made it out and I don't wanna go back So if you really beat them streets, my nigga, then you should know that I ain't forgettin' where I come from, but I'ma alert that It's kill or be killed, if they don't kill you, you gon' have to smoke that In eighth grade, I had a.