No Ceilings
Hey now, you're an all-star
But the b**hes you be with, they are sub-par
But the b**hes you be with, they be co*k-blockin'
Hope you put the kid to sleep, they be co*k-blockin'
You could really get this meat, get this hot sausage
And I'm way too rich to beef, I just buy a body
And I really kick my feet up and that's not karate
Yeah I really kick my feet up, let a thot ma**age 'em
Where ya a** was at when I was with the Hot Boys?
Prolly watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin' popcorn
Where ya a** was at? You was in the drought, boy
I was prolly at the fight bringin' out Floyd
Say she love me 'cause I'm laid back, she outgoin'
I possess a drank, pockets fat like Samoan
I just told my goons I got it, I just waved 'em off
I just told Tunechi I got it and he said, "Of course"
Lose my mind the only time I ever take a loss
I work too hard for takin' off, I'm takin' off
Really 'bout to see a billion, all in arm's reach
Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two palm trees
My neighbors can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech
My b**h can't sleep, all she hearin' is them car keys
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please
I'm just sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning
Where ya a** was at when I was 15 in a Porsche?
Where ya a** be at when we be poppin' all these corks?
Where ya a** be at? Know you're prolly with them dorks
I'm prolly with some b**hes that be poppin' pills and snort
Diamonds in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' notes with the pistol, oh I'm off-key
And the money, come in godspeed
I'm movin' slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies
From the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat
And Katrina had us hustlin' out a RV
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve Harvey
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve Harvey
And we set a n***a up like eHarmony
And your b**h plain, n***a, and your car cheap
And we leave your brain right there on your broad's cheek
And we leave some stains right there on your offspring
And the purple rain right here in the soft drink
Yeah the purple rain right here in the soft drink
And to fight the pain, n***a, like a horse train
And we don't complain, n***a, and we don't blink
And you're dumb as hell and I swear his a** don't think
I think you run with 12 and I think these hoes quiet link
I be so underwhelmed 'cause I swear his hoe's style's weak
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin' godspeed
I just told a p**y n***a, "Call your henchman, n***a"
I just stole on a n***a mid-sentence, n***a
Fiend searchin' in a haystack for syringes, n***a
Dopeman got 'em flippin' like some ninjas, n***a
Got 'em tweakin', got 'em lurkin', got 'em cringin', n***a
That's them symptoms, n***a, I can prevent 'em, n***a
Split a n***a's head in two, that's split decisions, n***a
Been to Hell and back, came back in mint condition, n***a
Feel like Heaven winnin' racks, return to spend a n***a
Feel like Heaven's only lackin' your attendance, n***a
Feel like stuntin', drop them tops but not them windows, n***a
Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, n***a
I just went Kimbo with this tempo, un momento, n***a
You know my M.O., n***a, spit that A.M.M.O., n***a, blat
I ask my ceilings where ya a** was at
To all my Ceilings fans, I'm back, they pushed the album back, f**