Noah “40” Shebib - Wu-Tang Forever (2 Minutes) lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo I'm on some acrobatic sh** Gone off the bong it's like a magic trick Stoner steady snackin on my shaggy sh** Walkin dead marathons sip the 40 hit the shorty on the leg I'm gettin horny French toast and French kiss me I'ma king you're Doug Christie Round table meetings sippin whiskey Tryna discuss, all these ways to get our paper up I'm tryna ball but right now I gotta taper cut, facin blunts sh** man, roundhouse kick your kick stand Jack ya b**h man, she gettin wood like the 6th man So consistent, shooting star make a wish quick If you blink for half a millisecond you gon' miss it And I ain't tryna miss sh**, opportunity I seize it Lazy muhf**as on they a** eatin Cheez-Izs All these gifts and blessings so I had to thank you Jesus You know I'm gon' receive it like Darrelle Revis And bring it back to the house, that's the pad With my mom and my dad, I don't flaunt, I don't brag I don't mock, I just laugh, then i haunt, like your past Boogie Man Teezy with his monstrous a** Ayyyeee you know I'm bout it f** wit me you know I got it Like every other Friday 7 digit length deposits I'm tryna be the flyest in the sky f** a pilot High mileage, purple soul plane wit hydraulics Dawg I'm well aware I'm hardly on the map, I'm like Delaware You hella scared I'm comin for your throat, Jim Crow rope Vote for the pimp, heaven sent, Teezy president Wreckin on the track coincidentally left a couple dents You bozo, high on the gas in the ozone High gas prices realizing how you so grown Growin sick and tired of these ills in our society I'm pressed like ironing, got me in and out sobriety I can't stand it, gah dammit Last night Ciroc'd that muhf**a now we New Amsterdam it Took a pic, lemme scan it, load it up, Instagram it 5 finger discount on ya ho, I'ma bandit She told me you ain't have no drive you need you a mechanic She's scared to even ride with you it puts her in a panic Like "Oh! No! Whoa! Bro! Hold the bleezy down there's the po ...pos!" Ooooo Mojo Jojo Jo in this b**h act a monkey like wrench Switch blade cut yo a** you like a 6th grade cla** bruh Pulp Fiction on the plasma Stroke that a** ma I came late, f**in FAFSA The cotton UNT hoodie hood when it's feelin good but It's Texas weather so that's probably never I'ma beast, I'm ahead of the these so called competitors And that's forever dawg et cetera, et cetera...sh** [Interlude] E.T.C...dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot... 10... [Verse 2] But I ain't been doin much, 'cept rappin Studying, a cruel life chargin n***as full price For covers I'm creating for they mixtapes Nicely Done Production I'm Suge Knight back in '91 Self made, self paid Know that women are attracted to a n***a with ambition cause it will pay Off that's why it's no days off no field days Then doors open up like Bill Gates Now all of a sudden she wan' f** but blew me off when I was a senior back in 12th grade I ain't seen her since the 12th grade wa**up with that? Naw I ain't tryna bust a but in that 2 kids a pot belly man who cuffin that? sh**, not I (not me either n***a) Not me dawg I'm good, we good over here, yea Bioootch