MULTIVERSE ft. FunkmasterDanny Lyrics

I need a clip of this second Chris Paul I clip all about a necklace

They treat me like Iverson, the answer never in question

Wake her up to the dick, she wake me up with some breakfast

Scrambled egg with the cheese, she won't attempt to throw grits

That's like throwing a game, she off the roster, fuck a bench

Ride the pine, you gotta sit it out, it's hard I must admit

It's a pain in the ass, just like my bitch

For this dick should be paying double the rent

He could only just a dollar on his porch with a tent

It's time to wake up, I can't back up until I'm counting up ten

Get the game, put it on to my friends and then we do it again

I take a puff and I let it go, I need a break but I can't get slow

I contemplate what I'm waiting for, you hesitate, you'll be next to go

I love a bitch with taste, she love a nigga with flow

Palm trees with my wind blow, all I see is smokers out my window

Funk told me do it, told him ten-four, you did it once, how bout again, tho

If he rocking then it's to the end, yo

The view is great from where I'm standing, cracking me Jenna Ortega

I don't fit a cape, I can't save her

Hop in the sheets, I choke, slam her like the Undertaker

Miss me with the favorite, bullshit, I know you need a favor

It's about respect, they gon' say he died over paper

I can't respect beefing over bitches, that is not player

My out of town people call me cause I keep flavors

We rest up and freak on weekends, he lost his grip

My partner fell off the deep end, I got love for brother

It's nothing, we just ain't speaking

I just wish this shit was the past, don't know who he is

She want me to go, broke for her, I chose the money instead

I get the bread, count the profit, make sure all of it's shared

You can't get this love from another, my girl is attached to the bed

With your baby mother, discover she had the worst head

Look up at the clock for the buzzer, my time in the red

She got a bone to pick, I got a bone for her to be fed

It's always something, so we focus ahead

This bitch fine, but I don't trust her, tuck my pistol when we cuddle

I believe in safety keep a magnum and some rubbers

Nigga tried to play me, I called game and that's on brother

We got different sets of skills, that's how we made it out of struggle

This a different pill, the one right here look like you touched it

Curtis heard about us on the snow, you think we bluffing

I take a puff and I let it go

I need a break, but I can't get slow

I contemplate what I'm waiting for

You hesitate, you'll be next to go

I love a bitch with taste, she love a nigga with flow

Palm trees when my wind blow

All I see is smokers out my window

Funk told me do it, told him ten-four

You did it once, how about again though

If we rocking then it's to the end yo, cash