[Verse 1: Django]
I said I'm dreamin of the day when I got all that green paper
Go to UK, got pounds like a fat teenager
I fades ‘em all like an indiscriminate stylist
Don’t give a fuck like an end-is-imminent nihilist
Three MJs came to fame
Jackson, Jordan, Mary Jane
I’ll ball like one, sell records like two
Get more green then three then bounce in my coupe
Blasting pussy niggas with these rhymes on cock
Was the best, is the best; double
Emphasis, like motherfucking incest
It was all hard work baby, fuck the luck
Coming up faster than a virgin who just got their dick sucked
No I’m not a vet
But I’m not afraid to treat a bitch
You niggas wouldn't have dope wordplay if you spelt weed on scrabble
I’m fulla good lines so you gotta expect this
I crush medulla oblongatas to leave you breathless
I’m broke, I see no green but my steelo mean
I’m tryna hit them C notes like Ceelo Green
I’m ahead of the game without walking or talking
Rap royalty rolling, call me Stephen Hawking
The dicks so good, they keep on coming back
Hittin all these holes like an NFL running back
At the line of scrimmage, tryna find the endzone
I fuck the same bitch that just put you in her friend zone
I keep it fresh, dawg like a Korean diet
All your songs sucks, and I know you thinkin its unfair
Not talkin bout the garden, when I say your fathers Mad His Son Square
My flow is so progressive, but I’ll never go commercial
Hit the mic hard like I threw it on some asphalt
Bitch gave me face like I was on bath salts
I’m attached to rap and love is the stapler
Hip hop’s my mistress and I cannot escape her
So I’m writing till I die
And the rigor mortis has me more stationary than paper
I entered this Hip Hop to kill MCs
Flows tighter than Rick Ross in skinny jeans
I said I'm dreamin of the day when I got all that green paper
Go to UK, got pounds like a fat teenager
I fades ‘em all like an indiscriminate stylist
Don’t give a fuck like an end-is-imminent nihilist
Three MJs came to fame
Jackson, Jordan, Mary Jane
I’ll ball like one, sell records like two
Get more green then three then bounce in my coupe
Blasting pussy niggas with these rhymes on cock
Was the best, is the best; double
Emphasis, like motherfucking incest
It was all hard work baby, fuck the luck
Coming up faster than a virgin who just got their dick sucked
No I’m not a vet
But I’m not afraid to treat a bitch
You niggas wouldn't have dope wordplay if you spelt weed on scrabble
I’m fulla good lines so you gotta expect this
I crush medulla oblongatas to leave you breathless
I’m broke, I see no green but my steelo mean
I’m tryna hit them C notes like Ceelo Green
I’m ahead of the game without walking or talking
Rap royalty rolling, call me Stephen Hawking
The dicks so good, they keep on coming back
Hittin all these holes like an NFL running back
At the line of scrimmage, tryna find the endzone
I fuck the same bitch that just put you in her friend zone
I keep it fresh, dawg like a Korean diet
All your songs sucks, and I know you thinkin its unfair
Not talkin bout the garden, when I say your fathers Mad His Son Square
My flow is so progressive, but I’ll never go commercial
Hit the mic hard like I threw it on some asphalt
Bitch gave me face like I was on bath salts
I’m attached to rap and love is the stapler
Hip hop’s my mistress and I cannot escape her
So I’m writing till I die
And the rigor mortis has me more stationary than paper
I entered this Hip Hop to kill MCs
Flows tighter than Rick Ross in skinny jeans
( Django (US) )
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