Bald Flow 2

Ball head nigga look like Michael Jordan on Space Jam
These days music stink, y'all don't care as long it's the bass jam
You trash, he trash, she trash, damn, this a wasteland
Nigga ever disrespect, then it's going up like a raised hand

All I know is take chance, we ain't gotta be friends, nigga
We ain't gotta shake hands, you can't even toot your own horn
And you ain't got a band, and you ain't got a plan
The way she shake it got me saying, oh my God, but ain't a praise dance

You can't be a street nigga, partner, you the type to take stands
You won't even take a picture with them, make me think you hate fans
Anywhere I go, I leave a print, like I'm wearing gray pants
Boys can't rap with my daddy

That's just what Grey saying, look, that's just what they saying
Jump on any beat and get to eating, say my grace, amen
Fuck what niggas saying about me, shit, I know I'm a great man
And I ain't trying to make friends

I've been on the injury reserve, and you little niggas stay playing, look
Bald head nigga, I look like Squidward with a clarinet
In this bitch cooking hits shit, but I don't need a hairnet
Either I done seen that chain before, or you little niggas share a neck

Invitations always open, but if I come prepare a check
I can get your girl wet
These little niggas ain't a threat, uh
He can say that he the best, he just self-proclaiming that

Niggas say that he an artist, but where the fuck your paintings at
Then he hit me for a feature, where the fuck your payment at
Nigga, where the fuck your money at, bro
You ain't even really got no opps, what you sneak a gun in there for

She be backstage with everybody, how you fall in love with that hoe
These niggas dumb then a hoe, everybody came on that hoe
How dare you cum in that hoe
How dare you sneak off with her

Eat her, put your tongue on that hoe
She be paying me to freak her, shit, I heard you spending funds on that hoe
I be putting pecans on that hoe
She be sending me naked pictures every time you make a run to the store

She be going dumb on the throat
Big dog nigga, I'm Clifford, top off chain on blizzard
These niggas bother my spirit, everything I do get mirrored
Everything I do get copied, I just want profit in the pocket

These niggas really ain't got it, boys only balling on the Oculus
Ball-headed, Dr. Robotnik, running up coins, no Sonic
And I'm only smoking on exotic, already know I'm gon' pop it
Stand up, nigga, I'mma Comic

I be getting love in real life, I don't give a damn about a comment
Real nigga, baby, that's me, you can ask around, I'm a G
I been holding it down on a streak, come and put the crown on a P
These niggas do bad business, and they ain't as handsome as me

Even if they did trapeze, they wouldn't put these clowns over me
Ball-headed nigga, I look like Samuel L on Coach Carter
Ironically, that shit just fit me
I'm a whole baller, fuck that rap shit

I can care less, nigga, I'm a whole father
When I be wanting to quit, my daughter say, go harder, daddy, go harder
Come on, nigga
Ha, ooh, and that's why I go hard in the bitch

You dig