Stephen Hawking

Money, Bitch When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee Name a motherfucker in here that could ever stop me Know some hatin' motherfuckers mad 'cause they not me Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky Pour champagne on your bitch she call me papi If you broker than me I can't hear the shit you talking Who the f*ck are you I'm the flyest foo walking Paralyzed this beat and named it Stephen Hawking Yeah I'm back around ain't backing down Know C MONEY pack a noun Making money on my phone its legal f*ck a cap and gown Sound so nasty I'll be rappin' till I hit the ground Till I freeze up, till I freeze up You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh Till I freeze up, till I freeze up yeah You ain't Jesus, you could bleed yuh I got lots to loose and a lot to gain Felt a lot of pain got some stains on my brain when I went insane Still I never changed my aim And when I'm off probation I ain't never getting caught again Sick my pit on you bitch yea he drop hoes Pussy don't forget I'm the shit you are not known You ain't doing shit for the city you a pothole I'm a pot head tryna' get this bread eating fucking tacos When I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't f*ck with coffee Name a motherfucker in here that could ever stop me Know some hatin' motherfuckers mad 'cause they not me Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like rocky Bitch I am who I are I can't change who I am I was born a star, I won't eat out your hands I won't stop for nobody, I'm completin' my plans She gone touch me till completion inside of the Lamb Aye suckas tryna' tell me that my dream is crazy Imma make this fucken paper for my wife and my babies Hope you like sour shit I got the sig for you haters Barley got any patients, I don't got any payments F*ck a range Rolls Royce with my gang I was born with no shame When I'm gone candy paint on my casket Bitch I know what I'm saying and I'm going with the greats And I'm smokin' on a grape swisher uh Twist it up, give no fucks, bitch I'm up, bitch you suck It ain't luck yeah wassup what's in that cup It's syrup pour it up hold it up get fucked up Stephen Hawking now I'm stuck now I'm stuck, now I'm stuck When I wake up smoke a joint I'm thankin' god for everything aye aye Thanking god for everything thanking god for everything Money, Bitch