Zeitgeist

I gotta spit a verse for my niggas
The last couple years, been through hell and back nigga
(But I'm)
I'm back with some tracks for you niggas
I know nobody asked but I've gotta say I'm gassed nigga
Now I could tell you stories from my past
Like how I fucked a lil' bad bitch in class
Or how the lil' bitch had a real nice ass
I almost OD'd on a couple dozen xans
(For real)
Yeah, I could talk about all my problems with addiction
But I don't want to end up in rehabilitation
Shit, think its time i switched up the conversation
Lately I've been focused on global domination
Yeah, nigga I've been in my bag
Trynna make a milli, maybe cop a new jag
King of my city but I don't like to brag
Fuck how you feel cause' I know them boys mad
(Why you mad?)
Shit, I know them boys mad
R.I.C.O. and I'm still going bad
They though I was a fad
Now I'm dropping bombs like its fucking Baghdad
Pull up with the mac, I go rata-ta-ta
R.I.P. Mac, got a nigga down bad
R.I.P. Juice, niggas living too fast
R.I.P. Pop, smoking all of this gas
Puff puff pass, high up in first class
Used to skip Class but I still did the math
I was way too busy trynna make my own path
Now I'm on the road shit I hope I don't crash
Shorty like the way that I rap
I just like the way she throw it back
I might say I love her just to smash
But you know me, I ain't with the cap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I spit the facts
Trynna put my city on the map
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga, thinking bigger, trynna make a steady figure
And Imma make that steady figure, best believe
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