Treat me like the sensei
I don't care what men say
I consider God to be a broad
With a thin waist
I been up for 10 days
Rolling up Pun Jets
Blunts obese
Chopped cheese cause I'm hungry
Fatboy etiquette
OffWhite tube socks
Bow to the Master
I don't care what men say
Bitch ima sensei
Bow to the Master
Oh on the contrare
You do not belong here
I brought you all this way
So I can flip out my lawn chair
Boy play the game right
I got me a new whip
We are not the same
We just arrived on the same ship
But thats the difference
Escucha me
Or whatever language you listen in
This cotton's for the picking
I better not catch you pinching it
Because Im listening
And Im watching
And if you put a penny in ya pocket
Im chopping, Im cheffing
I eat niggas like you for breakfast
Feed me ya seeds I'm treating niggas like seconds
And if not so vivid the picture my nigga
Bow to the Master
Okay, everyone of my verses ain't
Black Lives Matter
Not a down south trapper
Not a Midwest, Westcoast rapping nigga
I'm still the master
I'm still a master
I don't care what men say
Bitch ima sensei
I could teach a masterclass on swagger
To a whole nation of Kappas
Every chapter round the atlas
Every campus nigga
I'm still the master
Bow to the Master
Waited til I was 32 to be a f*ckin rapper
I switched up the rhyme flow
Switched up the patterns
Bow to the Master
Treat me like the sensei
I don't care what men say
I control your lives and your vibes
In a big way
I am just a thin paper I hold weight tho
Money on your mind
U gon move when I say so
Bow to the Master
The whole world f*cked off the dollar
Women sell they flower
Niggas is pushing powder
People sellin they people
Capitalism the second coming of Slav...
U know what f*ck it
We just want some nice things
A shiny new conflict diamond
For the right Queen
A sports car to drive slow
Through the pipe dreams
I been prankin the OnStar since 19
Now Siri talkin to a nigga all spicy
Is it WiFi of Wifey?
RIP Momar Gaddafi
Free money
Free moneys not likely
You ain't gotta like me
Bow to the Master