Stephen Hawking Lyrics

This that tree right there

Good shit, uh

Money, bitch

Yeah, when I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't fuck with coffee

Name a mother fucker in here that could ever stop me

Know some hating motherfuckers mad cause they not me

Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like Rocky

Pour champagne on your bitch she call me papi

If you broker than me I can't hear the shit you talking

Who the fuck are you I'm the flyest fool walking

Paralyze this beat and name it Stephen Hawking yeah

Hol up, hol up, hol up

Yeah I'm back around ain't backing down

Know C MONEY pack a noun

Making money on my phone it's legal fuck a cap and gown

Sound so nasty I'll be rapping till I hit the ground

Till I freeze up uh, till I freeze up yuh

You ain't Jesus you could bleed yuh

Till I freeze up uh, till I freeze up yuh

You ain't Jesus you could bleed yuh

I got lots to lose and a lot gain felt a lot of pain

Got some stains on my brain when I went insane

Still I never change my aim

And when I'm off probation I ain't never getting caught again

Sick my pit on you bitch yeah he drop hoes

Pussy don't forget I'm the shit you are not known

You ain't doing shit for the city you a pot hole

I'm a pot head tryna get this bread eating fucking tacos

Yeah, when I wake up smoke a joint cause I don't fuck with coffee

Name a mother fucker in here that could ever stop me

Know some hating motherfuckers mad cause they not me

Roll the broccoli, that shit hit me like Rocky

Bitch I am who I are, I can't change who I am

I was born a star, I won't eat out your hands

I won't stop for nobody, I'm completing my plans

She gone touch me till completion inside of the lamb

Aye, suckers tryna tell me that my dream is crazy

Imma make this fucken paper for my wife and my babies

Hope you like sour shit I got the sig for you haters

Barley got any patience I don't have any payments

Fuck a range, Rolls Royce wit my gang

I was born with no shame when I'm gone candy paint on my casket

Bitch I know what I'm saying, and I'm going with the greats

And I'm smoking on a grape swisher uh

Twist it up, give no fucks, bitch I'm up, bitch you suck

It ain't luck yeah what's up what's in that cup

It's syrup, pour it up, hold it up, get fucked up

Stephen Hawking now I'm stuck, now I'm stuck, now I'm stuck

When I wake up smoke a joint and thanking god for everything

Aye, aye thanking God for everything yuh

Uh thanking God for everything, Money bitch