Coup De'Tat

Man I'm feeling better than, better than I ever been Real homies talking and the honesty is evident Like you heaven sent, bury you where the presents went I'm talking bout the power to tower over benevolence And now I'm sitting here wondering where the presents went And everybody rushing like they never going back to bed, you never stretch Lucky like a triple seven, I'm a filthy wretch probably never go to heaven Real hard, Yeah you talk tough, I make boss moves, I don't talk much I be staying in my lane for the long run, I be chilling with the homies cause it's all fun Now back to running shit, I don't f*ck with the government That shit is not a secret, I really don't like the government Thinking you up to something They got you like a puppet Bitch, I don't think you bluffing But think of who you fucking with That ain't for discussion, and if you hating on me I don't see it coming I'm stone cold, yeah your bitching isn't nothing Do a day's work, then I get to humming Got a long road, so I better get to running Tell them bitches pipe it down, I'm working on the plumbing Leave a body builder blushing, build a body of destruction Don't know why the people rushing, nah See me eating, they know they might get a piece of my Plate, like I'm on a dinner date, But it's really just the homies eating on a Sunday I remember people saying you already fucking great Now I'm bout to drop an album, ain't nobody catching fades I Remember shit, better respect the penmanship If they don't wanna hear me rapping, they gon' try to blemish it If I got the change, I never minded spending it Cause you ain't ever worried bout a dollar how I'm sending it He don't take a breather, we don't either run on sentences Boy if you gon' start it, then I'm sorry, but I'm ending it I can feel the energy, amazed at how intense And it's a lesson to the story Hit me up, I'll tell the rest of it, gone