Lyrics




Ion even know what I wanna call this one
I feel like
I feel like I got a golden pen right now
I feel like
I feel like I can't be fucked with right now
Ion got no words for these niggas
Or words for they bitches
Just know that the aura is heavy
And you can call bully Hendrix grandpa
Cuz when I pull up
I pull up wit the switches already
I make em all stand on they words
And they sick to they stomachs
They throwing up mama spaghetti
I make it so hot in this bitch
Yea it's hot in this bitch
It feel like we in the Serengeti
Or Amazon
Deliver like I work for Amazon
She keep on talking bout having sons
Tell her to make sure the cameras on
Im tryna beat like the metronome
Make sure I turn off my other phone
Make sure I get in my other zone
Make sure you know what yo homies on
Niggas at yo home when you ain't home
They had they fun now it's Hendrix turn
Please play the intro to let it burn
Church ushers ordered to send em home
These niggas dead
I pull up I'm aiming at heads
They thought I ain't heard what they said
So pay me in blood
I ain't even looking for bread
Get hit wit a ball head Right in his dreads
Im off my rocker please pass me my meds
Im everybody opp if you askin me
Everybody pops if you askin me
Go from good night to catastrophe
Niggas still speaking that blasphemy
I'm who you heard about
Make sure the word is out
Nothing move faster than word of mouth
This shit becoming a burden now
Give me a beat bet I burn it down
Hendrix is gifted
I bet when he gone you gone miss him
Cuz he been the man since his entrance
He always the 1
And always on too
That's why niggas so pissed that he's shittin
I bet when he aim he ain't missing
But yall can go missing
To me it really don't make difference
So don't get involved in my business
Unless you just wanna bear witness
You go from a demon to Christian
I'm spiritual I'm not religious
Cuz believe in chakras and meditation
Just so you know yes I'm praying daily
Yes lawd protection on all my baby's
And I'm performing return to senders
And I believe I be air bending
And I ain't worried bout nan nigga
And I be rolling wit hella pistols
And I might put on a maga hat
I might just show up to where you at
All I be talking is Snapple facts
All I been dropping is fire tracks
GPS ain't gone take you to where I'm at
And you ain't willing to go
Where im finna take it
And yo girlfriend she told me
She always fake it
Every time a new bar set I always break it
When you thought that I wasn't
I always make it
Call me earthquake Bully
The ground is shaking
Like monopoly game every chance I'm taking
I took 2 blunts to the face I'm hella faded
I'm too big for my britches I'm hella jaded
All I got is some time and I never waste it
Even when I feel like I'm procrastinating
Even when I feel like ion wanna do it
Even when I feel like I'm all out of proving
I still pass every test like I'm home schooling
Ain't no bullying me I'm the wrong student
I bring guns to school and I love shooting
I'm way better than you at what you love doing You a middle name like the b after Susan
This shit under control like I'm Tom cruising
Call me Tom Brady cuz I time travel
Next time you see me
It'll be in passing
Intuition on point cuz I'm empathic
I might text all my exes like what yall doing
Tell em the niggas they wit is some fuckin losers Excuse all my thoughts they feel so intrusive
And I stay by myself bitch I'm so exclusive
To the top when you climbing feel so elusive
Ima charmed one piper phobe prudence
Can't box me in
Cuz I'm used to moving
When they tell me not to ima still do it
When they double team me ima still shoot it
Damn she wet already ima still lube her
Yea the ride on F ima still Uber
Abe was honest and I'm still truer
I don't tell lies even when I lie
And I'm still grounded even when I'm high
You not recommend one star out of 5
314 like the life of pi
You should stream this like it came from Kai
I learned to love the hate
Please don't ask me why
Hendrix!



Writer(s): Alfred Stewart



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