Doctor Strange (feat. WsgTyce)
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โฑ๏ธ 1:41 duration
๐ ID: 24031263
๐ Lyrics
Okay, Ha, yeah
What's the deal?
All right, what the fuck, man
Yeah, yeah, come on
Ayy, the court want my head I call my lawyer up to litigate it
Punching in, I need to catch my breath I call it incubating
Don't answer to a boss yeah, I administer administrating
You ain't never gon' be ahead cause you be imitating
X-X-X'd out, you-you gone, you been eliminated
You thought your dawg was solid ain't you, you made two different statements
So entitled, I can say some shit and make the ignorant hate it
They predicted I would burn out now the predicament changing
When I-When I tell them, keep it P I'm saying, keep it player
Why the fuck you keep depending on me I am not your savior
Run-Runnin' for the pack like Josh Jacobs playin' for the Raiders
Just like how I'm sipping on this drank I don't need to chase her
Jugg him for the pack, can't get it back, bitch I'll see you later
Caught him at the mall and beat his ass, did him like Joe Frazier
How you flexin' all this cheese when that shit not your paper?
You fuck around, you find out, nigga go meet your maker
I don't wear Amiri's them shits weak I put that on my momma
I got my receipts, you buying reps up off of Alibaba
Get your old ass up out the game, you Andre Iguodala
Yeah, I keep preaching, they keep praying to me, like the Dalai Lama
Bitch, think she the new Madonna, bitch you ain't a fucking thing
Foogazi, all your ice you can't even shower with your fucking chain
Keep on pointing for the blame, you should be the one to shame
Think my haters junkies, when they say my name, it be in vein
Off-off the shrooms tripping passingthrough the future feel like Dr. Strange
Double cup to keep my eyes low I'm sipping toxic waste
Pol-Police tryna box me up for life, I still don't say no names
Your bitch put you in the doghouse, nigga that's a shame
If he trip, I put his ass to sleep
Bro-Brodie crashed over a bitch that's a catastrophe
He trippin' if you askin' me
Lon-London pound cake straight to the face just to pass the week
I would rather sell weed and sit back than be in class and read
What's the deal?
All right, what the fuck, man
Yeah, yeah, come on
Ayy, the court want my head I call my lawyer up to litigate it
Punching in, I need to catch my breath I call it incubating
Don't answer to a boss yeah, I administer administrating
You ain't never gon' be ahead cause you be imitating
X-X-X'd out, you-you gone, you been eliminated
You thought your dawg was solid ain't you, you made two different statements
So entitled, I can say some shit and make the ignorant hate it
They predicted I would burn out now the predicament changing
When I-When I tell them, keep it P I'm saying, keep it player
Why the fuck you keep depending on me I am not your savior
Run-Runnin' for the pack like Josh Jacobs playin' for the Raiders
Just like how I'm sipping on this drank I don't need to chase her
Jugg him for the pack, can't get it back, bitch I'll see you later
Caught him at the mall and beat his ass, did him like Joe Frazier
How you flexin' all this cheese when that shit not your paper?
You fuck around, you find out, nigga go meet your maker
I don't wear Amiri's them shits weak I put that on my momma
I got my receipts, you buying reps up off of Alibaba
Get your old ass up out the game, you Andre Iguodala
Yeah, I keep preaching, they keep praying to me, like the Dalai Lama
Bitch, think she the new Madonna, bitch you ain't a fucking thing
Foogazi, all your ice you can't even shower with your fucking chain
Keep on pointing for the blame, you should be the one to shame
Think my haters junkies, when they say my name, it be in vein
Off-off the shrooms tripping passingthrough the future feel like Dr. Strange
Double cup to keep my eyes low I'm sipping toxic waste
Pol-Police tryna box me up for life, I still don't say no names
Your bitch put you in the doghouse, nigga that's a shame
If he trip, I put his ass to sleep
Bro-Brodie crashed over a bitch that's a catastrophe
He trippin' if you askin' me
Lon-London pound cake straight to the face just to pass the week
I would rather sell weed and sit back than be in class and read