Temple Run

Every day I wake, I pray before I rise Temple run, let's get this money, leave that monkey shit aside All these dub ass niggas switched from crip to banging 5 I can't help but laugh and listen to them talk about the slime I woke up on demon time Living backwards, I'm the type put my shirt over my iron Puff exotic rocks, got plane crash surging through my lungs Call the bottom of the hood the "boot", get kicked you out of line No, that bop ain't one of mine Slime come through wigging out, he geeking out his mind Bitch, I know Shiest-Fu, I'm Bruce Lee with that TEC-9 I got Voodoo in my dreads to help me speak what's on my mind This lil' bitch here is a eater, see me think it's dinner time Hold on, wassam? Who this on my line, yeah Bougie and she fine, yeah Put dick in her spine, yeah Shoot him through the window since he peeking through the blinds, yeah You should mind yo' business, yet you getting into mine, yeah I'ma keep on winning, we go black truck in the city I'm wit' 5, so I meant Bity, make that mistake all the time, yeah Gotta watch yo' back 'cause shit get sticky all the time, yeah Say she like my music cause I'm witty in my lines, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Every day I wake, I pray before I rise Temple run, let's get this money, leave that monkey shit aside All these dub ass niggas switched from crip to banging 5 I can't help but laugh and listen to them talk about the slime I woke up on demon time Living backwards, I'm the type put my shirt over my iron Puff exotic rocks, got plane crash surging through my lungs Call the bottom of the hood the "boot", get kicked you out of line No, that bop ain't one of mine, yeah