Shit Talk Sensai Lyrics

Astronaut

Alright, Yeah

Fuck going on man?

Huh, yeah

Ever since I walked in, had big shoes to fill, you'd think I'm Shaq size

Pour some THC drank in a bowl and then get baptized

One, two, three, four, FUCK! crew like the Fab-Five

You don't got no motherfuckin' motion, pockets flat-lined

It's cool, but don't fuck around and get on my bad side

I pull my money out to see the progress, you the graph type

Was born a bag chaser, been gettin' money since my past life

Bro like Ray Lewis with the sack, I'm Warren Sapp like

Come again and make sure you correct, go check my stat line

Surround yourself with what you wanna be like, you got to draft right

Yo, bitch, got you on a tight leash, you a asswipe

Got power of attorney with the hunnids, I got the bag rights

Think about the shit that you just said, did you rationalize?

Moving reckless got me caught up, I had to strategize

No, you ain't caught up with me yet, you still the back of the line

In case you forgot who you fuckin' with, I came back to remind

These edibles ain't shit, oh fuck, wait I'm actually high

I hate a motherfucker who don't shut up and try to backseat drive

Designated so the driver sober, but the backseat fried

Method worth a million, can't give the sauce that shit classified

Bitch, I've been the motherfuckin', AHHH

Bitch, you already know that I'm the, god damn

Bitch, you know that I'm the CEO, call me the mastermind

No, you don't contribute to the plan, you just a passerby

When you shop, leave me a review to know you satisfied

Had told coach I'll hit it out the park, I got a batter's mind

Can't crunch the numbers, they've been growin' faster than I can analyze

Sayin' that you better than us, what?, you can't combat with mines

I'll get over you in about a minute, I can't get over chicken

Once it's bad blood, believe you gone, like a Jehovah's Witness

We the A-team, you in the G-league, the way we ball is different

Educated and intelligent, you need to know the difference

I take cash, I don't trade in, that's T-Mobile's business

European sneaks, exotic leather, even the sole expensive

Bank statement came back for the month, told me to slow my spending

Everything I say is for motivation, you got the wrong incentive

P.O. got me pissin' in a cup, I'm on a sober bender

The first of the month, you eatin' steak, the 30th no dinner

Distracted from the road, I almost merged and hit into a fender

They thought about competing till they heard I'm number one contender

I don't know what's worse, a silver spoon or a gold digger

Ever since I came up out the womb, I been a go-getter

I don't drink, cause it take over me, I can't control liquor

Personally, no, I don't give a fuck and I don't got no filter

Money flippin', doin' acrobatics, I'm the gold winner

You don't got the full picture yet, you like a old printer

Wake up every day with the intention of gettin' more richer

They told me go big or go home, I told them go figure

Bitch, Yeah

Oh my fuckin' God

Uh, yeah yeah

Okay, fuck