Modesty's for the birds idioms for all the ignorance

Money is just a curse but I'm working with hopes of getting it

Really this is the lyrics to nail it down so specific

The title should be snow Georgia shivers at my appearance

Man Mid 90's going diamond make sure everybody hear it

Speakers blowing out your earrings stratospheric flow reverent

Well respected hell connected absent body present spirit

Post mortem rapping so ignorant told these bastards kiss my rear end

Comp is not up on my bumper turn da table rigga rigga

Scuurt slide I keep drifting didn't stop after the finish

Cuz only losers stay in place settle down my mind is winning

So I sit with a resemblance of a diamond or a Million to a miser

With a hand on a clutch and the dash, Ricky Bobby go fast

I'm a king with a foot just stomping the gas, and I hope I don't crash

But the thing is I would wasn't wanting the cash, just what they gone add

It's a hobby that I took and I turned into that, now I'm living like Jagger

Been my intuition to work till I'm full conditioned

To face what I been through no matter if battered and bitten

No matter the tatter and gruesome

Tie a noose around this nuisance

Undergo a convolution

I still will be a muse who is amused and chucking up deuces

Chuckling at my Judas

Trust he won't be amused if no sufferings what I'm doing

Hustling with this music

Like succulent is the food

This the hunger games and I'm brutal

You buckling nothing lewd

But your hunger was misconstrued

And my hunger surpassed you crude

Crusade with African slaves we all going to shoot

Doot doot doot doot doot

If massah was ever passive my action would mirror Nat

Turn on you I'm Turner Classic

My life is like a movie, but too many climaxes

I'm Ali with spitting flames but no losing them 5 matches

I beat you in five that Jean Pierre Coopman

4 like Don Warner

3 like C Williams from Houston

War like Joe louis

They try to limit my views into all sambo

With the rock I'm not losing I'm the new Mr. Marciano

Not from Brockton Massachusetts I'm the movement in Atlanta

My illusions of collusion give institutions new scandal

Welcoming the students its the school of losing handle of your noodle

I'm the truest let me pull you through a tandem

My illusive flow is vandalizing minds and with a sample

I can do things that are way beyond the crimes for example

I intrude in to your mind and set a bomb and light a lantern

Tweak an idea tease and banter urge you all to put your hands up

And then can pollute your mind when you think you have the answer

All you find is all my lines spit fire working Roman candle

And you can't even fix your brain, nothing will ever be the same

Shocking when in combat and dropping rapid its Georgia rain