[Verse 1: J. Rod]
Spitting rhymes
To the illest of dimes
Just to pa** the time
I mean it's logical
In between them legs
Baby don't make me beg
Beat it up
Like I was f**ing
Your best friend
Damn that's f**ed up
Like oral s**
Give me knowledge I pomise
Not to make any promises
Oh not again
I'm in between them legs
Pulling them panties to the side
Baby don't make me beg
Trust tonight
That I'll get you right
f** you like I'm upset
Came twice not enough yet
I can make you
Cum more than four times
Bet the rest want s** but I
Want good love making
Princess I'll give u the crown
And make u my queen
Young teen
But can make you feel
like you're in your early 20's
Get u wet asf
p**y so good
Make me cum early
Awake that loba
You have inside
Mami u stand out
There's no need to hide
A couple of things
I would love to do to you
It's evident
The rest have no evidence
But I have the clues
To bring that freak
You have inside to justice
If a guy likes a girl
They do something
That's how it just is
Throw it back like
We're shooting free throws
Now put your hands
Behind your back
Assume the position
Cuff you like a sheriff
We can share if
Your bodies on top of me
That juicy clapping on me
Is all I see
Pull your hair while hitting
It from the back
Feel so dope
You would think
I'm selling crack
Go non stop
Daily and weekly
Seem so innocent
A fine dime in a cent
But in a sense
You like it freaky
Do this for the city
O-Town south side
Man I do this
For my mother
All the times
I've seen her cry
Man I do this
For the fam
All the times
We had to move
Looking at my
Brother and mother
Like what we gonna do
Man I do this
For my pops
Even though
We haven't talked
In six years
It brought me to tears
When I seen him
Actually nah
I played tough
Like what up
How you been
That's it
We ain't got sh**
To talk about
I do this for my ex
Even though
I hate that b**h
Cause I'm still
In love with her
Like what the f**
Is this feeling
They dealing I'm willing
Concealing a weapon
It's a f**ing shame
How much I can relate
To that first verse J. Cole
03 adolescents
I now add a lesson
To every blessing
I see the message
I'm out for dead presidents
To represent me
They say
Ay bruh you go ham
Driven like Lincoln
(Abraham Lincoln)
What you thinking
Open minded niqqa
Never pulling triggers
Call the shots no liquor
Middle finger
In front of my nose
f** your scent (cent)
This elegant
Never irrelevant
Represent
When it comes to the town
Yeah I hold it down
And I'm from that
Chone, Manabi Ecuador
Why you wanna be
A wanna be
Like what the f**
You be talking about
All the time
Running your mouth
But you never run it
Talk about
Keep it a hundred
Like it's summer time
It's so divine I do not try
This is effortless
When I said effort
I didn't have to f her
b**h