"Mass Appeal (Freestyle)" lyrics
Lil 2 minute joint
Rest in peace Guru
It's cold as shit in this booth
I got that mass appeal
I like to ask the bad bitches if their ass is real
I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
I give her Vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
They fuck with the message but they don't fuck with my etiquette
It's somethin they never get, but fuck it I represent
So I don't kid around like I'm searchin for surrogates
With no effort I'm iller, they won't breath what I'm spittin'
I'm controlling the air, like a gentry decision
I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
Fuck it it's MMG, I'm 'a cross of def poetry and potent tree
I do it my way, mo'fuck' what ya'll say
End these weak niggas like a mo'fuckin' Friday
Enemies sleep, nigga eat with ya, talk to ya
Walk with ya close enough until they get their teeth in ya
My hard livin, got silver lining to soft women
And real niggas gon' see their end before they see a limit
Ambition, Inshallah, the people get it
And if they're all in your business
Then you don't need a twitter
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas
Decathlon 'em, maccin' on 'em
Black power range rover, mo'fuckin' mastodon 'em
The masses on 'em like a catholic service
People be tellin' me I need me an African woman
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Give orgasm's to women who scared to ask me to hold 'em
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
I'm from the side where silly niggas hate that they like you
Confused admirers go Russel with Bryant
I put this J in your face get a whiff of this Michael
Mass Appeal and this bag I hit got me a lastin' chill
I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big
And fuck you don't look up to me, my girl is 5'6"
I got some fire and shit
I got some 'Woods and 'Rillos, to the burbs I'm ghetto
In the hood I'm well-o over their head sometimes
Guess I'm ahead of my time
I swear I put this shit down without a gimmick or lie
I'd rather live in a prison setting then live in a lie
And niggas slippin if they think a fucking grip is a lot
A couple posites I got, even penny'll stop
And nike put 'em on punishment they won't ever come out
Rest in peace Guru
It's cold as shit in this booth
I got that mass appeal
I like to ask the bad bitches if their ass is real
I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
I give her Vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
They fuck with the message but they don't fuck with my etiquette
It's somethin they never get, but fuck it I represent
So I don't kid around like I'm searchin for surrogates
With no effort I'm iller, they won't breath what I'm spittin'
I'm controlling the air, like a gentry decision
I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
Fuck it it's MMG, I'm 'a cross of def poetry and potent tree
I do it my way, mo'fuck' what ya'll say
End these weak niggas like a mo'fuckin' Friday
Enemies sleep, nigga eat with ya, talk to ya
Walk with ya close enough until they get their teeth in ya
My hard livin, got silver lining to soft women
And real niggas gon' see their end before they see a limit
Ambition, Inshallah, the people get it
And if they're all in your business
Then you don't need a twitter
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas
Decathlon 'em, maccin' on 'em
Black power range rover, mo'fuckin' mastodon 'em
The masses on 'em like a catholic service
People be tellin' me I need me an African woman
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Give orgasm's to women who scared to ask me to hold 'em
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
I'm from the side where silly niggas hate that they like you
Confused admirers go Russel with Bryant
I put this J in your face get a whiff of this Michael
Mass Appeal and this bag I hit got me a lastin' chill
I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big
And fuck you don't look up to me, my girl is 5'6"
I got some fire and shit
I got some 'Woods and 'Rillos, to the burbs I'm ghetto
In the hood I'm well-o over their head sometimes
Guess I'm ahead of my time
I swear I put this shit down without a gimmick or lie
I'd rather live in a prison setting then live in a lie
And niggas slippin if they think a fucking grip is a lot
A couple posites I got, even penny'll stop
And nike put 'em on punishment they won't ever come out
Writer(s): Wale
