"AMBITIONZ AZ A WRITER." lyrics
Ay, man
Soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked
And still, nobody can stop it for real
Not for fake, she ain't a fan but she oscillates on my-
Ay, man
Soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked
And still, nobody can stop it for real
Not for fake, she ain't a fan but she oscillates on my dick
And it give me the chills (Hot, boy!)
Baller blocking was never tolerated, real nigga on point
Game tighter than I properly roll joints
All smoke preferred, not deterred
True shit, phone on do not disturb, the mood lit
Like the nembership or any split [?]
I'm not to play with, niggas constipated, heh
Claiming that they with the shit, I really did the shit
In your imagination, if I did shit you niggas ain't
Thinking big enough, 'cause I ain't even did enough
I got a stupid thick to-do list, who you with bitch, if it isn't us?
Pull your britches up
And get with the program, kicking knowledge when I'm rhyming
I could make a toe jam, I be wildin'
I ain't never chase a fucking roadrunner, but I promise at the [?]
[?] coming out for nothing but everything
Stunting 'til my dying breath (Heh)
In the kitchen, cuban links clinking, I'm the Iron Chef
Built [?], not near one of y'all
If I'm fighting with a bear, help the motherfucker spittin'
Cross the finish line of a marathon, cheesing
Niggas in the back wheezing, that's a metaphor for
How I does, how you doesn't, real is relative, cousin
See what I did there? If you didn't then you shouldn't
The proof is in the pudding and I ate it all up (Yup)
Now the evidence is missing and it's evident that the jury hung up
Top Dawg, underdog, still the highest, though
Gettin' twisted like a kaleidoscope
Pocket full of falsettos, but on a higher note
I'm the BOAT, the best of all time, dead or alive
That notion don't even require a boat
I'm tired of folks dancing 'round handing me my props
It's gonna be a 211 if that shit don't stop
I mean, is this shit rigged or is it just me?
The apple don't fall too far from the indus-tree
The shadowban, man, speaking on the fruit forbidden
Please don't tell my mama this ain't just weed
Type of shit I come up with at 4:03 in the morning
The government thinking a proper punishment at this moment
I told Punch what'll probably happen to me but it hasn't yet
Only thing that need to be in my bio is hazardous (Hee)
Black lipped Jesus of Nazareth
Bow your heads and let's begin, the end
Soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked
And still, nobody can stop it for real
Not for fake, she ain't a fan but she oscillates on my-
Ay, man
Soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked
And still, nobody can stop it for real
Not for fake, she ain't a fan but she oscillates on my dick
And it give me the chills (Hot, boy!)
Baller blocking was never tolerated, real nigga on point
Game tighter than I properly roll joints
All smoke preferred, not deterred
True shit, phone on do not disturb, the mood lit
Like the nembership or any split [?]
I'm not to play with, niggas constipated, heh
Claiming that they with the shit, I really did the shit
In your imagination, if I did shit you niggas ain't
Thinking big enough, 'cause I ain't even did enough
I got a stupid thick to-do list, who you with bitch, if it isn't us?
Pull your britches up
And get with the program, kicking knowledge when I'm rhyming
I could make a toe jam, I be wildin'
I ain't never chase a fucking roadrunner, but I promise at the [?]
[?] coming out for nothing but everything
Stunting 'til my dying breath (Heh)
In the kitchen, cuban links clinking, I'm the Iron Chef
Built [?], not near one of y'all
If I'm fighting with a bear, help the motherfucker spittin'
Cross the finish line of a marathon, cheesing
Niggas in the back wheezing, that's a metaphor for
How I does, how you doesn't, real is relative, cousin
See what I did there? If you didn't then you shouldn't
The proof is in the pudding and I ate it all up (Yup)
Now the evidence is missing and it's evident that the jury hung up
Top Dawg, underdog, still the highest, though
Gettin' twisted like a kaleidoscope
Pocket full of falsettos, but on a higher note
I'm the BOAT, the best of all time, dead or alive
That notion don't even require a boat
I'm tired of folks dancing 'round handing me my props
It's gonna be a 211 if that shit don't stop
I mean, is this shit rigged or is it just me?
The apple don't fall too far from the indus-tree
The shadowban, man, speaking on the fruit forbidden
Please don't tell my mama this ain't just weed
Type of shit I come up with at 4:03 in the morning
The government thinking a proper punishment at this moment
I told Punch what'll probably happen to me but it hasn't yet
Only thing that need to be in my bio is hazardous (Hee)
Black lipped Jesus of Nazareth
Bow your heads and let's begin, the end
