Iv. Crockpot

By Commonminds

On XVI.exe

Released on April 4, 2016

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[Verse]

We got a lot just to celebrate to heaven I will elevate tryna make a tape since I was eight create debate cause I was great

You empty like apocalypse

Learnt the word from 2 pacs lips

I had to spark a pack of spliffs then go and watch the moon eclipse

They try to help and I just save

No wonder niggas misbehave because they treat us all like slaves

And your Goliath I am Dave-Vid

Your words are always over ray-ted

And why am I always fay-sed

Just don't mind me I'm standing with the trees put my hand in the breeze

Dodging all dah debris from dah tittys double d's wear a hat like double d's a bitch name Nazz is on her knees

On the mic I had to spazz

On the mic you niggas fags

Cause you claiming you got swag

And I think I need a fag

I inhale I take a drag and put your body in a bag and jus leave it in the past cause you niggas never last

And ladies love to lift there legs up even though I know there fed up they all need to pick there head up cause we grew the games are through no time to play

Seven up

If heavens up then why go down

When you die your in the ground

Pass in peace don't make a sound release the chains that have been bound I need a crown cause im profound

Why they try to tear a me down?

Cause I'm black my skin is brown

I hear the house creakin I'm steady freakin

These niggas catchin bodies

Who knows when they gon sneak in

But its ok I'm chillin on the beach when I'm in the LA

My mind in space when I hit the jay and Jus fly away

You caught in an imbroglio

Nigga you know Imma blow

Im never stoppin with the flow I am on top and your below

You can't even match the flow

Scratch the match and burn the dro

I had to match the words with Hov observe the gold when verbs is told

A million more miles means a million more minutes

I hate it when she smiles makes me feel like I'm a child

But hol' up

Cause I'm going to fast

La Gente love the beat so I had to make it last

I'm pippen with the pass

Niggas brick I'm on the glass like em thick they need some ass if they skinny Imma pass

Cause I need to get to class

Put my fingers in the grass forte let the music blast just like its from the past

And Yall copy niggas style like a stencil your bars are rudimental the penmanship essential


[Verse 2]

You're under false pretense you pretend to be friends we meet and we greet and go get food to eat

An then you on retreat when I'm taking some heat

My life is complete when i rip up a beat

And you must of never met this nigga man

Don't be on the wrong side of the trigga man

Poppin pills put they lives up on Instagram

For the thrill but they act like we give a damn

And Faded out is no doubt

In a cloud puffin loud

Why they doubt shut your mouth or your out from the clout


[Verse 3]

Said I'm a general

A money making federal

These sucka ass mc's ain't held up on my pedestal

Tell my bad bad bitch break down the medical

She got a big brain so her head game exceptional

(uhhhh)

Take a photo for that Kodak moment

If I get my moment nigga you know imma own it

All recess to distress haters wanna talk so I'm giving y'all a Kleenex

Rippin' them to pieces imma let them decompose

Yall brickin on the beat like shaqs free throws

But I suppose the days are getting better

Cheifin' on the reefer take a shotty to the header

And to the notion

That can cause commotion when my brain gone off that potion easy going weed is blowin I'm so high said I'm that guy

And its funny that when someone gets a little money

Chummy hands is looking crumby bummy niggas fiend for money