Dumbledore

Stick go Dummy Slim thick shawty Gotta couple racks Finna get my whip Sorted Glock on my hip Just to finish what is started Shit on competition Bitch it's K.O the Artist I remember days I used to pray I get a hundred racks, Now I got an acre with some tenants And a couple flats Plotting on a mili silly Billy always wanted more Plotting on another Copping keys to like two dozen doors Who you think I does it for Stick is lit like Dombledore Bitches comes with money but respect You cannot get in stores Do this shit for me, And all the kids thats just be wanting more Rap ain't been the same Can't play the game without a fucking core No I ain't it's savior I'm the reaper here to do some cleanup We up next no features Guess I got to roll my sleeves up Man time go by so fast I was just like twenty three Felt like yesterday my Jordan year we Just lost Kobe Man this shit is OD Never thought we gon see Losing rappers off of friendly fire That shit so Weak This why I be on my own Cause I just know my own peace Puff a blizz and then take off To my crib I'm gonna sleep Back to back Bitch I'm coming With the hits No discussions I'm the piss Shit and spit On these niggas and their Funyuns Niggas Chips And they talking Out their ass Man it's nothing All these niggas bitches And I got ninety nine problems Stick go Dummy Slim thick shawty Gotta couple racks Finna get my whip Sorted Glock on my hip Just to finish what is started Shit on competition Bitch it's K.O the Artist I remember days I used to pray I get a hundred racks, Now I got an acre with some tenants And a couple flats Plotting on a mili silly Billy always wanted more Plotting on another Copping keys to like two dozen doors Get that cheese that provolone Rep my home away from home Boston is the city Biddies litty Ain't nowhere to go Summer is the season Street is steaming Need that H two O I ain't never fold Need no stove To cook up this flow I don't want attention All I need is all y'all recognition I been chilling thinking millions Babe assisting with the vision Had to limit social Had to listen to my intuition Niggas barely popping All these artist now seem like they fizzing Out of this world Shifting whipping this Corolla Traffic got too crazy Ever since they told us bout corona I be thinking bout pre Covid, What a time to be alive Not a lot has changed tho, But the motherfucking price! I remember days I used to pray I get a hundred racks, Now I got an acre with some tenants And a couple flats Plotting on a mili silly Billy always wanted more Plotting on another Copping keys to like two dozen doors