Isaiah Rashad - Park lyrics

[Verse] Mama I knew I was 'bout it Way before venue was crowded Way before Kevin pulled up with that Reverend I told him to level, go f** on the feelings Don't nut on her face Trust me I feel like the man Trust me I feel like the Wop, rock You can depend on the stock, watch b**h I got ten in the pot, drop All of my limits could die All of y'all n***as All of my limits could die Look at you timid as f** And you holding me up And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj Rich as a b**h in the drop Rich as a b**h, rich as my b**h on the side Hoe I got more than you know, hoe I got Look, watch, spill out your soul in the closet Don't question your pa**ion We flipped every f**er we couldn't be ashing They got me so high that I look like I'm pa**ive b**h, don't you know who you asking? b**h have you tutored the pastor I know the root and the master I know the coupe was a casket I had that b**h looking like all the sh** that I’m writing That sh** was so good that I pa**ed it Bust that sh** straight out the plastic b**h I ain’t good b**h I’m crafty I want to piss on a rapper I just got hookers and pampers n***as line up when I practice I’m not a savage, I don’t do sh** just to do it This going precise as we planned it I'm just a bandit, plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family Keep it so candid, knock ya like she said some candy You down for this sh** are you Brandy Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric 3500 in traffic [Hook] n***a I'm savage I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle n***a I'm savage, wait (hey) Wait, look, n***a I'm savage I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle n***a I'm savage I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle n***a I'm swaging b**h I might shoot at your camera b**h I might shoot at your camera n***a what's happening? n***as won't piss on your grave b**h I might piss on your family n***a what's happening? b**h I might shoot at your camera b**h I might shoot at your n***a what's happening? I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle n***a I'm savage [Outro] Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's Way before ya, way before ya thought I told ya It's alot on the line These hoes wanna ride on the line These hoes ain't no bible of mine Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's If sixteen ain't enough I could swing it twenty-five I could tell ya how to go I could tell you where to ride I could tell you where the