Trippie Redd - Can You Rap Like Me? 2 / Missing My Idols lyrics

Take a vivid picture, no photos Implement that sh** into your mind, just so you know though s**a free living, I'ma say that that's the motto So for any n***a on that s**a sh**, I'm no hoe bro Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo Got me kicking back being bool, Quasimoto All about my paper gotta get my f**ing dough hoe Always on the f**ing go-go, you a b**h like Tony Romo n***as came around now they extinct like Dodo's Meanwhile I'm in New York f**ing up SoHo Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco Took her to the tele now lil' baby going loco She just give me face, ain't no f**ing that's a no-no And she going 30 early 30 no sore throat I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though And I'm screaming f** 12, all these fowl a** po-po Nowadays I really miss my f**ing idols, so that's the title I grab a bible, pray for my rivals Dead on arrival, I swear this sh** be like a cycle