Producin ft. Thomas Harmath Lyrics

It's a price that come with my presence I might just charge you life

If I do not like how you living I might just charge you twice

Niggas getting bent out of shape but I got stronger pipe

What rapper you know work hard as me I make a song a night

Rarely do I vacay and never do I play safe

I'm focused on myself I don't really care bout what they make

While most of you losers is reminiscing on your heyday

My eyes is on the future making every day a great day

Look I want all the smoke

That's why my bowl is filled up to the brim

I take a hit lift off my feet and get above the rim

I got it done and saw the profit got it done again

I ditched a bitch cause she was trife

Then went and copped her kin

Tired of weak excuses

Won't listen to these losers

I do not need to make a beat

Baby I stay producing

Tired of weak excuses

Won't listen to these losers

I do not need to make a beat

Baby I

I feel as though I got it all right now I'm like a pre-op

And I ain't monkeying around I'm swinging from these tree tops

I dare you fucks to come up on my lawn I told you keep off

I get these niggas out the wait fo' they can get a sneeze off

I got this mothafucka on lock and I done swallowed the key

I hope you got your paddle and your kayak you wanna flow with me

I told that girl to show me some green if she wanna go with me

She saw me in motion said it was totally poetry

I got stanzas and some sonnets

All up on your heads like bonnets

If you do not like my sonics

You just do not get my phonics

I'm moving through space like comets

I upgraded from them rockets

You should know how I get down

So just put it in my pocket

Tired of weak excuses

Won't listen to these losers

I do not need to make a beat

Baby I stay producing

Tired of weak excuses

Won't listen to these losers

I do not need to make a beat

Baby I stay producing