Yeah First off, my name Tob', but it's really Tobechukwu Got a BM that I keep my seeds up in that keep me fruitful Grew up wearin' platinum Fubu on the Southwest eatin' fufu And the hammer that I keep don't come with nails, that hoe'll shoot you, look I ain't know who Bill Burr was until I met the man Half my niggas married to the street without a wedding band I done peeped that all the smoke these rappers want be secondhand My pops said I'd be broke and barely eat, I shoulda bet the man Yeah, 'cause I'm way, way, way up Long ways from the days I'd evade valet stubbs Couldn't pay, nowadays all the cake I make us Is enough to buy about a hunnid trucks from Mercedes Ivory, Sagey, Chukwueze, them my babies Label heads be tryna sway me, F you pay me Broke the game 2020, you could see it plainly Can't nobody play me, I kill e'erything innately At the helm of the mothership of drip, you can see me leakin' Shh, be quiet, a real nigga speakin' Voice of God every word I jot, feel the Spirit breathin' Best new artist, but the way I cook? Very seasoned Everything around me movin' like bachata Usher told me do it my way, Frank Sinatra Been a shotta, been locked in with my acatas Now I got 'em ravin' how I'm big on lines, Haloti Ngata Sheesh, on God, I'm a dog, bro Need a clergy collar dodgin' fleas from you dog hoes Adversely I affect a demon with this God flow Then put semen all up in my queen and yell out, "Bravo" Yeah, we on baby number cuatro Yeah, my whole crib look like an art show Yeah, pockets on avocado I'm like a bird, let me fly away, Nelly Furtado, byeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
