Control

I'm in control, I'm in a mode Sick of the lame shit Pull up and stunt bitch I'm in control, I'm in a mode Sick of the lame shit Pull up and stunt bitch No dollars or co-sign I'm sick with the tongue though Want proof? Need Proof? Pulling out all ghosts What you hiding with linen? My clothing is denim Oversized t-shirts with a couple of holes My fragrance be pulling in hoes I'm coasting, not boasting But if it's rap, it's crucial I spit it And let it be known Not one to be fucked with Got reps like gym rats Arnold and Phil-yeah Don't be lacking on verses I'm relaxed and I'm coasting I'm in control, I'm in a mode Sick of the lame shit Pull up and stunt bitch I'm in control, I'm in a mode Sick of the lame shit Pull up and stunt bitch I'm in control, I'm in a mode Sick of the lame shit Pull up and stunt bitch I'm in control, I'm in a mode Sick of the lame shit Pull up and stunt bitch