Out the Gate

Man of my word Hand on the Bible The Burning Bush spoke and told me fan all this fire through Vocal chords Stuck it like IV and left her vulva sore That's my Venus with the potent aura Onyx skin, Adonis teeth Astonish with the phonics Left the beat with a kind release Yall can discuss About shit that don't concern ain't my fault if you touched The crib decorate with ferns from a wondrous brush Thugs hefty with that 30 clip Shit get ugly pretty quick And my chick glamorous like she on some Fergie shit Tryna head to Panama they say I got roots there Never acknowledged the fool's stare Never regarded as food here No bitch in my body, you cannon fodder if we shoot fair Promise you don't want mama to do tears End my night with a cracked case Play a little Correa over sour grapes out the face World Sport out the gate, nigga