Lyrics Del Webb - TempKnight Harrison

When I run out options
Lay me in my coffin
Redirect The world
When then don't let you in
Got a masterplan
Need a couple grand
Just to retire do damage to your squire
Pay the pod piper
Or get choked Out with a wire
Situation dire Straight outta the fire
Gettin Paid Is my desire
I'm addicted To vagina
This real rap shit
Not made for minor but I'm a
Major problem
Tyson off the drugs
You can really Stop em
Went to college for some knowledge
But focused on profit
I'm old fashioned
I love rappin this is passion
But lately all these niggas
Wanta do is talkin trapping
Big bragging
Until them boys come with that action

I can't afford valet
But I'm looking freshers
Than Liberace In his hey day
Half gay, eye liner good
I wish nigga
Gentrify your hood then raise the property taxes
I keep It trill with my people
Not concern with the mass
It wasn't magic just practice
Sleeping on a leather couch
Fucking Bad Betty On a mattress
Fine wine for every Christmas
Just came back from Cali
I was John Wayne can't feel no pain
I don't want explain that means you boy really lame
Been going against the grain so much
Labels don't wanta give me a chain

I'm at table full psychos
Who love modelo
Super mellow but ain't afraid to use a couple
Few Cheat codes
Four bottles of Tequila in a freeze
Call my mamacita cause I'm charged up like Vegeta
And I really need her
It's a cool vibe but them boys brought the fever
A few millimeters watching for tweakers
Made left on a Stewart
I do work my chest hurts
I sleep when I'm in the dirt
Gotta double up my net worth
I'm tryna be remember
Throughout the metaverse that's my curse
These niggas be lying they not no experts
Collar shirt Skinny tie
If you don't understand the culture
You can't ask me why
These rockstar jeans support my wildest dreams
I was making coffee Bad Betty got the cream