I overheard you overheated, check the thermostat
I know they heard that I be eating, now they want a snack
Here's a smack, nigga
Where was you at?
When I was doin bad, you fronting, thought you had my back
That's why I lack the cardiac
Bacardi in the glass, a barbie sitting on my lap
Said she half black, that ain't half bad
Bougie with the calamari, me I'll have Alaskan crab
Thank you ma'am
Gather hands, praying to the man
Know he have a plan in this forsaken land
Careful with a fan, they envy what you have
Know they got a plan to plot so I can't take a chance
Need a gun round my waist like a cummerbund, it's cumbersome
Don't want it but these niggas dumb when money come
Cucumber on her tongue then she on a run
She watch her figure, I need figures, she might be the one
Only f*ck with me, strict pussy policy
That ass is an odyssey, a lot to see
Honestly, Shaman Nostradamus with the prophecy
Arsony to any nigga standing 'gainst the prodigy
Leave him in a pit like Brad
No shit, no cap, no rap, just facts
With pizazz but alas, I'm just tryna outlast
The last that got lost in the glitz and the glam
F*cking with the fam, hit you with the hammer like it's Bam Bam
No Bronson, kush coughs need a lozenge
She call me toxic cuz I talk slick
Aw shit, chick, this ain't bondage, get lost then
I mean look at all these stripes I adopted
Look at what it cost, been a little psychotic
This boss shit be exhausting, to be honest, rather that than be a hostage
Keep these bars locked, check the state of the pen
I was late for the rent now I stay in a penthouse suite
Heaven sent, with a sweetie, she a ten
Ride or die, niggas slide, she gon fill em up with lead
Money on your head, funny that they said that I would never win
Honey on my bed, 'bout to make it rain, I feel the wind
Kneel to the king, make em kiss the ring, forgive they sins
It's a christening the way I bless em, is you listening?
But are y'all really listening?
Are y'all really listening?
But are y'all really listening?
Are y'all really listening?
Shaman Nostra - The Forecast Lyrics
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I overheard you overheated, check the thermostat
I know they heard that I be eating, now they want a snack
Here's a smack, nigga
Where was you at?
When I was doin bad, you fronting, thought you had my back
That's why I lack the cardiac
Bacardi in the glass, a barbie sitting on my lap
Said she half black, that ain't half bad
Bougie with the calamari, me I'll have Alaskan crab
Thank you ma'am
Gather hands, praying to the man
Know he have a plan in this forsaken land
Careful with a fan, they envy what you have
Know they got a plan to plot so I can't take a chance
Need a gun round my waist like a cummerbund, it's cumbersome
Don't want it but these niggas dumb when money come
Cucumber on her tongue then she on a run
She watch her figure, I need figures, she might be the one
Only f*ck with me, strict pussy policy
That ass is an odyssey, a lot to see
Honestly, Shaman Nostradamus with the prophecy
Arsony to any nigga standing 'gainst the prodigy
Leave him in a pit like Brad
No shit, no cap, no rap, just facts
With pizazz but alas, I'm just tryna outlast
The last that got lost in the glitz and the glam
F*cking with the fam, hit you with the hammer like it's Bam Bam
No Bronson, kush coughs need a lozenge
She call me toxic cuz I talk slick
Aw shit, chick, this ain't bondage, get lost then
I mean look at all these stripes I adopted
Look at what it cost, been a little psychotic
This boss shit be exhausting, to be honest, rather that than be a hostage
Keep these bars locked, check the state of the pen
I was late for the rent now I stay in a penthouse suite
Heaven sent, with a sweetie, she a ten
Ride or die, niggas slide, she gon fill em up with lead
Money on your head, funny that they said that I would never win
Honey on my bed, 'bout to make it rain, I feel the wind
Kneel to the king, make em kiss the ring, forgive they sins
It's a christening the way I bless em, is you listening?
But are y'all really listening?
Are y'all really listening?
But are y'all really listening?
Are y'all really listening?
I know they heard that I be eating, now they want a snack
Here's a smack, nigga
Where was you at?
When I was doin bad, you fronting, thought you had my back
That's why I lack the cardiac
Bacardi in the glass, a barbie sitting on my lap
Said she half black, that ain't half bad
Bougie with the calamari, me I'll have Alaskan crab
Thank you ma'am
Gather hands, praying to the man
Know he have a plan in this forsaken land
Careful with a fan, they envy what you have
Know they got a plan to plot so I can't take a chance
Need a gun round my waist like a cummerbund, it's cumbersome
Don't want it but these niggas dumb when money come
Cucumber on her tongue then she on a run
She watch her figure, I need figures, she might be the one
Only f*ck with me, strict pussy policy
That ass is an odyssey, a lot to see
Honestly, Shaman Nostradamus with the prophecy
Arsony to any nigga standing 'gainst the prodigy
Leave him in a pit like Brad
No shit, no cap, no rap, just facts
With pizazz but alas, I'm just tryna outlast
The last that got lost in the glitz and the glam
F*cking with the fam, hit you with the hammer like it's Bam Bam
No Bronson, kush coughs need a lozenge
She call me toxic cuz I talk slick
Aw shit, chick, this ain't bondage, get lost then
I mean look at all these stripes I adopted
Look at what it cost, been a little psychotic
This boss shit be exhausting, to be honest, rather that than be a hostage
Keep these bars locked, check the state of the pen
I was late for the rent now I stay in a penthouse suite
Heaven sent, with a sweetie, she a ten
Ride or die, niggas slide, she gon fill em up with lead
Money on your head, funny that they said that I would never win
Honey on my bed, 'bout to make it rain, I feel the wind
Kneel to the king, make em kiss the ring, forgive they sins
It's a christening the way I bless em, is you listening?
But are y'all really listening?
Are y'all really listening?
But are y'all really listening?
Are y'all really listening?
Writer: Shamar Smith
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