Topic ft. Monopoly Gee Lyrics

MJ

I don't even mean to vent, ayy

I'm just tryna show my muscle, ayy

Brodie got the game on lock, ayy

Toting on a sack no fumble, any

Mutumbo, he born on the block

When I'm down in Houston, I'm high like a rocket

Invest and go sell out your profits

You hatin' on me, gotta stop it

All this ice on me

Mmm, ain't nothin' you can't be

Mmm, ayy

Smoke in the air got me nauseous

Move and approach with caution

Head game and you know she the top pick, in the class

I don't even know the topic, nah

Parents fightin' all night, so the only time

I ever got rest was when I was in school

Head down, sittin' in the closet, just dreaming bout that rapping

Man, I couldn't care less about the rules

Man, I swear I never listen, it got hot up in the kitchen

So Dizzle told me you gotta keep it tuned

Was a warrior, he was fightin' every day, now I'm a wizard with these shots

Had to change like Jordan Poole

Turn up the AC, because she sweatin' like a athlete

22, and under nobody could come out rap me

The bottles in the back, chillin' like they in a taxi

Your name could be fanum, and you still would never tax me

I hear she got a man, but I still want a twin

Got Murray on this song, so you know he gern' in

Michael Porter with the ball, Mr. never swing the rock

Itchin' to get out the class, I was starin' at the clock

I don't even mean to vent, ayy

I'm just tryna show my muscle, ayy

Brody got the game on lock, ayy

Totin' on a sack no fumble, ayy

Mutumbo, he born on the block

When I'm down in Houston I'm high like a rocket

You hatin' on me, gotta stop it

Invest and go sell out your profits, ayy

All this ice on me

Ain't nothin' you can't be

Smoke in the air, got me nauseous

Move and approach with caution

Head game and you know she the top pick In the class, I don't even know the topic, no

I was in class, didn't care about the subject

But if a nigga play, he'd be the topic

Niggas, they be movin' so suspect

That's why through Jah I is move round by myself

Yeah, they didn't pick me first

But they'd rather wait till they get life

Or ride inside a hearse, so

People try and leave me for the last pick

Violate then shit get tragic

Was on the corner where they shootin' like Dragic

And where they flip the weight, no gymnastics

R.I.P. my nigga Steph, R.I.P. my nigga Jeremy

Inside life, out no where, shit is get scary

That's why you gotta keep the faith

And don't worry bout them jokers, all they wanna do is hate

They don't wanna see you get this cake (ayy, ayy)

So the first one play, boy, he get slice, aye

Amy brother soon on top

Can't wait for that hot shit Flow got to drop

Yeah, I'm heading to the top

While all them bitch niggas still on the floor

I don't even mean to vent, any

I'm just tryna show my muscle, ayy

Brodie got the game on lock, ayy

Totin' on a sack, no fumble

Mutumbo he born on the block

When I'm down in Houston I'm high like a rocket, ayy

You hatin' on me, gotta stop it

Invest and go sell out your profits

All this ice on me

Ain't nothin' you can't be

Smoke in the air got me nauseous

Move and approach with caution

Head game and you know she the top pick

In the class, I don't even know the topic, no

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