Glorious Sin - LSD lyrics

[Part 1] Mike Jack on I'm on my bad sh** This for my folks that never had sh** I'm from the school of hard knocks Ain't even study much but still pa**ed wit my bachelors Get home schooled for my masters By your chick, her brain good, she give me mad sense f** that high end fashion I'm in a white tee still my girl Stacy Dashin Got the game from my papa Learned early if she party all the time you better watch her Give you the coochi then she gotcha For a couple Michael Kors and hand bag from Prada But I ain't finna drop a dollar on her sh** I'm about to put a collar on her And bring her a** around my dogs to show her off But also let them know she already got a owner No disrespect it only rap guys My new girl don't like rap guys She say they insecure as sh**, until I gave that girl the dick Now it's a wrap guys She so indecisive Like Alfalfa, boy I been the nicest Wait Let me pause, as the instrumental breathe, when it's back I'm going extra Isis Flow crazy like I'm off of LSD Like the devil walking earth, I'm Hell-a free f** what haters telling me I'm the best you ever see, that's no joke dog, I'm coming Bills, Bellamy Smoking out in public like it's still the seventies I rarely pray at night, but boy them dreams heavenly They say that life's a beach Well I'll swim the seven seas 'Cuz the life I'm seeing now is feeling more Alaskan-ly Wait my phone is That's your girl hara**ing me I'm the sh**, take a whiff, not Febreze masking me Kindly ask your girl if she could stop attacking me Oh, and next time we cross, address me as your majesty If I k** your dream, it's just the way it had to be I'm lobster, all you crabs in the crate ain't grabbing me I'm big, I take diesel for you n***as ga**ing me I Stevie Wonder if this is the greatest show you'll ever see [Part 2] Talking to my other women, bout my other other women, 'cuz she in to other women I'm raw dawg, I forget to wear a rubber in them I don't give a f** about a chick if she ain't f**ing wit them I'm Iverson you Tyron Lou you don't want nothing wit them Tall dreams, you Columbus Short, but still ain't stomping wit them Them dimes come a dime a dozen, keep a dozen wit them If I had a dime for every one wit no sense Id have millions