AMBITIONZ AZ A WRITER.

Lyrics

[Intro] Ay, man Soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked And still, nobody can stop it for real Not for fake, she ain't a fan but she oscillates on my- [Verse] Ay, man Soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked And still, nobody can stop it for real Not for fake, she ain't a fan but she oscillates on my dick And it give me the chills (Hot, boy!) Baller blocking was never tolerated, real n*gga on point Game tighter than I properly roll joints All smoke preferred, not deterred True shit, phone on do not disturb, the mood lit Like the nembership or any split [?] I'm not to play with, n*ggas constipated, heh Claiming that they with the shit, I really did the shit In your imagination, if I did shit you n*ggas ain't Thinking big enough, 'cause I ain't even did enough I got a stupid thick to-do list, who you with bitch, if it isn't us? Pull your britches up And get with the program, kicking knowledge when I'm rhyming I could make a toe jam, I be wildin' I ain't never chase a fucking roadrunner, but I promise at the [?] [?] coming out for nothing but everything Stunting 'til my dying breath (Heh) In the kitchen, cuban links clinking, I'm the Iron Chef Built [?], not near one of y'all If i'm fighting with a bear, help the motherfucker spittin' Cross the finish line of a marathon, cheesing N*ggas in the back wheezing, that's a metaphor for How I does, how you doesn't, real is relative, cousin See what I did there? If you didn't then you shouldn't The proof is in the pudding and I ate it all up (Yup) Now the evidence is missing and it's evident that the jury hung up Top Dawg, underdog, still the highest, though Gettin' twisted like a kaleidoscope Pocket full of falsettos, but on a higher note I'm the BOAT, the best of all time, dead or alive That notion don't even require a boat I'm tired of folks dancing 'round handing me my props It's gonna be a 211 if that shit don't stop I mean, is this shit rigged or is it just me? The apple don't fall too far from the indus-tree The shadowban, man, speaking on the fruit forbidden Please don't tell my mama this ain't just weed Type of shit I come up with at 4:03 in the morning The government thinking a proper punishment at this moment I told Punch what'll probably happen to me but it hasn't yet Only thing that need to be in my bio is hazardous (Hee) Black lipped Jesus of Nazareth Bow your heads and let's begin, the end