(Thank you, Jetlag)
(One take, yeah)
Real big, aye, yeah, aye
Real big stepper when I walk through
I got hella drugs and money in the vault too
Before that was your bitch, I used to talk to her
The way you copy me, they think I taught you
Might file a lawsuit, but I can't fault you
If I were you, I'd wanna be like me too
Thank God I'm me, cause I don't wanna be you
These bitches so transparent, they so see-though
I get that guap, I run it up, by any means dude
And if I catch you I'mma stretch you, I'mma beat you,
Your t-shirt, I'mma make sure that you bleed through it
And on a t-shirt where yo family gonna see you
I load this pistol, cock it back, and let it blast two times
Before I'm 6 feet under dead, I rather go do time
I know I'm bound to be the greatest, just in all due time
And I can't take bullshit from strangers, I don't do bovine
My niggas kill in seven seconds, we might bring back vine
Raised in jungle, ain't no George, but I might slay that lion
You poppin' shit on internet until I bang yo line
Just know your death is imminent, so do not waste no time
Ok, wait, I'm really spitting, lemme change my mind
Lemme dumb this shit down, I can't waste my time
I get twenty-four hours, I spend nineteen grindin'
I can't sit around and mope, I gotta go get mine
Y'all put a bigot in the office, said it's all just fine,
But with a nigga in the office, we had doomed mankind
A murder every other day, a bunch of black moms cryin'
In a city where they shooting, a bunch of black sons dyin'
I lost some niggas to the system, I might lose my mind
I got some niggas in a coffin, I know they all just fine
Smoking Black n' Mild's in heaven, they gone watch me shine
I gotta do this for my mama, she my day one slime
I'm tryna make my mama proud, put her in a nice big house
110 her flat screen, Visavis her couch
200 bands on sofa, half a mil her house
I do this shit for all my fans, give a f*ck if you doubt
All you niggas really be on simpleton shit
I did this shit in less than 10, it's really simple as shit
If you would focus on your craft instead of pimpin' and shit
Maybe you could be like Mike instead of Pippen, lil' bitch
Jetlag & Rivr - PIPPEN FREESTYLE Lyrics
Jetlag & Rivr - PIPPEN FREESTYLE Lyrics
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(Thank you, Jetlag)
(One take, yeah)
Real big, aye, yeah, aye
Real big stepper when I walk through
I got hella drugs and money in the vault too
Before that was your bitch, I used to talk to her
The way you copy me, they think I taught you
Might file a lawsuit, but I can't fault you
If I were you, I'd wanna be like me too
Thank God I'm me, cause I don't wanna be you
These bitches so transparent, they so see-though
I get that guap, I run it up, by any means dude
And if I catch you I'mma stretch you, I'mma beat you,
Your t-shirt, I'mma make sure that you bleed through it
And on a t-shirt where yo family gonna see you
I load this pistol, cock it back, and let it blast two times
Before I'm 6 feet under dead, I rather go do time
I know I'm bound to be the greatest, just in all due time
And I can't take bullshit from strangers, I don't do bovine
My niggas kill in seven seconds, we might bring back vine
Raised in jungle, ain't no George, but I might slay that lion
You poppin' shit on internet until I bang yo line
Just know your death is imminent, so do not waste no time
Ok, wait, I'm really spitting, lemme change my mind
Lemme dumb this shit down, I can't waste my time
I get twenty-four hours, I spend nineteen grindin'
I can't sit around and mope, I gotta go get mine
Y'all put a bigot in the office, said it's all just fine,
But with a nigga in the office, we had doomed mankind
A murder every other day, a bunch of black moms cryin'
In a city where they shooting, a bunch of black sons dyin'
I lost some niggas to the system, I might lose my mind
I got some niggas in a coffin, I know they all just fine
Smoking Black n' Mild's in heaven, they gone watch me shine
I gotta do this for my mama, she my day one slime
I'm tryna make my mama proud, put her in a nice big house
110 her flat screen, Visavis her couch
200 bands on sofa, half a mil her house
I do this shit for all my fans, give a f*ck if you doubt
All you niggas really be on simpleton shit
I did this shit in less than 10, it's really simple as shit
If you would focus on your craft instead of pimpin' and shit
Maybe you could be like Mike instead of Pippen, lil' bitch
(One take, yeah)
Real big, aye, yeah, aye
Real big stepper when I walk through
I got hella drugs and money in the vault too
Before that was your bitch, I used to talk to her
The way you copy me, they think I taught you
Might file a lawsuit, but I can't fault you
If I were you, I'd wanna be like me too
Thank God I'm me, cause I don't wanna be you
These bitches so transparent, they so see-though
I get that guap, I run it up, by any means dude
And if I catch you I'mma stretch you, I'mma beat you,
Your t-shirt, I'mma make sure that you bleed through it
And on a t-shirt where yo family gonna see you
I load this pistol, cock it back, and let it blast two times
Before I'm 6 feet under dead, I rather go do time
I know I'm bound to be the greatest, just in all due time
And I can't take bullshit from strangers, I don't do bovine
My niggas kill in seven seconds, we might bring back vine
Raised in jungle, ain't no George, but I might slay that lion
You poppin' shit on internet until I bang yo line
Just know your death is imminent, so do not waste no time
Ok, wait, I'm really spitting, lemme change my mind
Lemme dumb this shit down, I can't waste my time
I get twenty-four hours, I spend nineteen grindin'
I can't sit around and mope, I gotta go get mine
Y'all put a bigot in the office, said it's all just fine,
But with a nigga in the office, we had doomed mankind
A murder every other day, a bunch of black moms cryin'
In a city where they shooting, a bunch of black sons dyin'
I lost some niggas to the system, I might lose my mind
I got some niggas in a coffin, I know they all just fine
Smoking Black n' Mild's in heaven, they gone watch me shine
I gotta do this for my mama, she my day one slime
I'm tryna make my mama proud, put her in a nice big house
110 her flat screen, Visavis her couch
200 bands on sofa, half a mil her house
I do this shit for all my fans, give a f*ck if you doubt
All you niggas really be on simpleton shit
I did this shit in less than 10, it's really simple as shit
If you would focus on your craft instead of pimpin' and shit
Maybe you could be like Mike instead of Pippen, lil' bitch
Writer: River Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid