Lyrics
Million dollar thoughts went and jotted on a Google Doc
Do a lot had to move my 12 to a 2 o'clock
Right around the time I left the pad to hit the noodle spot
Helicopters flying cuz a dude got his noodle popped
Seeing shit you wouldn't want to see I've been through a lot
Grew a lot fuck about a rumor if it's true or not
The flow is worth about 100 times of what a jeweler got
I call it like I'm Stuart Scott aye what they saying?
They say the raps is hard I keep the cash on a plastic card
Off track but didn't crash the car
You really ain't heard of Jerry damn that's bizarre
What you live under a rock what you Patrick Star?
Bitch you crazy if you think I wouldn't match the bars
A rockstar in my past life I smashed guitars
We going back to back I'm coming back to spar
I ain't a dog shit I'm something out of Jurassic Park
Just a mortal man I'm not a GOD
I been about it from the start check the D.O.B.
I can only share the story from my POV
A sharp shooter boy I hit it on the DOT
I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one is pointed at your weak ass heart
I said it's rest in peace to Guru wait who got who?
I been taking care of me I hope that you got you
These closed mouths don't get fed bitch so who got food
I hunt and gather what I see freeze do not move
On a California interstate with Tupac queued
I still got some old writtens in a shoebox too but now it's
Million dollar thoughts went and jotted on a Google Doc
Do a lot had to move my 12 to a 2 o'clock
Right around the time I left the pad to hit the noodle spot
Helicopters flying cuz a dude got his noodle popped
Funny how they doubted what I'm doing but I knew the plot
Prove a lot I don't need a mansion or a newer yacht
Said she wanna do it so she blew it like the fluid hot
Then we ahh I won't get into nah
Ready to pop any minute I might just open they're lid
I went big off the top rope might've broken a rib
I'm only joking but I know they probably hoping I did
A toast to the kid for trying to put his home on the grid
You better get some gloves hat and a coat from the crib
A cold hearted motherfucker boy you know how I live
You see I'm coming at your throat I don't forget and forgive
I'm prime time boy we know where you sit you a benchwarmer
I ain't no second string player not a back up man
You only moving in reverse with a back up plan
I came out the shell I'm here to stack up clams
Play games and get smacked up man fuck outta here
Writer(s): Unknown Name Unknown Name, Jerry Zajac
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