I like
A really hot morn
Wakin’ up going at it so rush to get her top torn
I like feelin’ like I shot p0rn
I like buncha crunch
Inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
Yeah, I like that
I like my people and crew
That know when it come to me
They never take no fecal in you
I like, here we go, android over iPhone
But I’m thinkin’ of gettin’ one equaling two
I like the fans, I feel like I’m y’all play brotha
Super elite and I be rippin’ it all day for ya
I like red, white, black, and all gray colors
And the ethnic aisle at Walmart is Raw Shea butter
I like to, leave alone, issues and goin’ all
Petty rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like, Creed cologne
If you ain’t knowin’ already I ain’t tellin’ you which one
I like I’ma black king that’ll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my converse and boots
And in my shell toes that I bought off a Melrose
Without jackers tryna kill me peel me like Velcro
I like the high bro I’ve been when I go hidin’
I like to microdose chocolate Psilocybin
Tech just showed out, when I exit blowed route
I like grilled pumpkin chicken at Texas Roadhouse
I like
Hey back then I used to daydream
‘Bout green and other things
I like
Hey, but now I’m stepping way clean
I’m king at everything
I like
Ayy, this ain’t to make the fans
Bring me things know what I mean
I like
The way I’m spittin’, way that I’m living, ayy
I like the way
I like
I like
A lady not bringin’ torture to me
Lucky me I got that and really court her truly
I like Victoria’s Secret for her boobies
And because of my mother I like horror movies
What really, moves me though
Is havin’ a get together with, who we know
When they leave I clean up and I listen, to me flow
In my all black Beats by Dre, studio
Headphones, yeah, I like that
We got guap big cheese chunks
‘Cause my trio will not stop till we slump
I like makin’ the spot hop watchin’ me stunt
Then I listen to Yacht Rock or P. Funk
I like wit skill I can’t be handled
Write like I’m back in the ghetto rockin’ janky sandals
Like I’m still writing heaters off in a stanky bando
Now I’m in my house or hotel I like my Yankee Candles
I like to do it wit’ the lights on
When the N9na be gettin’ to it, it’s like a cyclone
Hit my home, I rule it when I get the mic on
You know I’m really flowin’ fluid wit’ this I like song
I like to think my fans take the love in my music
And use that so they can shake the drug
Problem one thing I like when I stand face to mug
You look me right in my eye with the handshakes or hugs mane
Yeah, I like my plans to visit Africa
Ah-ha, and I’d like to see Jamaica and be smokin’ that reefer
Yeah, yeah, or go to Greece to straight release
And I like when we go to Puerto Rico
Walkin’ la vacita wit’ my Mamacita
I like
Hey back then I used to daydream
‘Bout green and other things
I like
Hey, but now I’m stepping way clean
I’m king at everything
I like
Ayy, this ain’t to make the fans
Bring me things know what I mean
I like
The way I’m spittin’, way that I’m living, ayy
I like the way
I like…