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Never had no patience

I got signed before I graduated

And I had good grades shit

But God damn I had to make it

In school didn’t know how to use computers made the rawest statements

I knew exactly what I was doing sense I put paws to pavement

Every block I walk the Gods done gave him workers paved him

Put palms to face when commas wasted on some basics

Basic shit

I’d rather drop some dough and know my homies ate some shit

Than have some glaze up on my wrist, look

Heard some shit about my flag lotta fucking talk

It’s simple I’m mixed to fit into a fucking box

Ain’t a riddle to this shit it’s just Papi trying pop

That’s just Paddy trying rap

John Gotti of the flock

Bob Marley with the pop smash hits on the pot

Yeah that’s what I want

Do me and still be hot

It’s a fucking bop

Can’t do green, blue screen too much green I rock.

Ya heard?

I been on some next shit sense the get shit

Even when I get shit it’s on to that next shit

Been on ima get mine sense back in the Mets hat

But I don’t got time to fucking reflect back.

So I froze up then I rose up

4 clove club, coq what?

Coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts

No more half halves make a flag throw it up

Get a bag, blow a buck

Get it back, grow it up

Not enough time to not grind

Been sonned to many times to not shine

Beer for breakfast

Hearing a text it’s

Uber here its a Lexus

On my way to some press shit

Next shit next shit shits depressing

I don’t even get it

Even when I got it, man it’s on to the next shit

I’ma be honest I don’t even want it by the time they get to press it

Now it’s on wax, facts, but a motherfucker gotta bounce back refresh shit

Test him, questions, press him, pest him thinking that I learned some lesson

I ain’t gotta learn no shit I just gotta burn a spliff and bless him

That’s my profession, flexin'

And I earned this shit, a professor tenure, drink while class in session

Stink of ash and benson hedges came with a pack of henchman, I’m back

I ain’t been this sick sense back in Peckham

Matter fact back when I was that rapping freshman, smacked

I been on some next shit sense the get shit

Even when I get shit it’s on to that next shit

Been on ima get mine sense back in the Mets hat

But I don’t got time to fucking reflect back.

So I froze up then I rose up

4 clove club, coq what?

Coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts

No more half halves make a flag throw it up

Get a bag, blow a buck

Get it back, grow it up