Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
f#ck an opposition b#tch i’m in my own space
Yeah
Yeah
Good taste bobby flay call it creme brulee
Yeah boy taht habit gotta flex up in they face
(i say) f#ck a op b#tch i’m in my own space
Stacking up some cake trying to get a full plate
Good taste
Bobby flay
You can call it
Creme brulee
Yeah boy that’s habit
Look
Look
I’m strumming on that pusy guitar solo like i’m slash
Flippa over drum solo rick allen up on that #ss
Yeah that p#ss# so wet like i am at a splash pad
Strroke game so unique she ain’t worried bout her man
The way i make her c#m that b#tch she really think i care
I’m triple a savage gotta flex it’s in the plan
Skating off on all you m#th*rf#ck*rs call me wayne
He say he flying off well i’m that pilot a the plane
Walikng all over you boys damn that a shame
Be honest speak some facts and never change
Don’t switch up on your boys the only ones there through all the pain
Mental battle with these demons got me gone insane
I know that this is just a faze couple days turn the page
Starting to feel enraged
You gone feel blaze
Nine go super saiyan and crack his melon like an egg
I’m starting to spaz in here
They swore to god
That i’m deranged
But honestly only thing up on my brain is stack some change
And hopefully along the way one day i’ll make a change
Cause all this sh#t up in the world be driving me insane
That’s why i stay alone and leave my demons on this page
They say they seen that killer bright up in his eyes that day
I told them i don’t come up in this b#tch and play no games
I bout to let it spray
Nahg everybody wondering what done got to him today
Thats not a thing
A different bond with demons in his brain
He learned to except these wicked games they play
Nah he gone go head and stuff all the drugs in his face
Clearing his mind slowly kills him he loves the empty space
That’s to familiar such comfortable place
But now a days
A blunt in his face
But please don’t test him cause he still known to do his thing
Yeah
Splitz a go head and light up the whole place
Damn diamonds shine and sparkle like some stars in outer space
Might go buy another gun and stick something new in a op face
Big dog status
The cm’t keep up with my pace
I’m stacking up some money want some diamonds in my face
I’m on some some good aroma
So i don’t let it spray up in they face
So it’s f#ck an opposition b#tch i’m in my own space
f#ck an opposition b#tch i’m in my own space
Stacking up some cake
Trying to get a full plate
Good taste bobby flay
You can call it creme brulee
Yeah boy thats habit
Gotta flex up in they face
f#ck an op
Yeah
I’m in my own space
I’m stacking up some cake
Call me bobby flay
It’s creme brulee
Aye
I’m flexing in they face
So f#ck an op
I’m in my own space
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