DONT LET THE COOKIE CRUMBLE Lyrics

Honestly right now

I be feeling way more than high

This aint no regular show

And my name not mortaguy

Im off the chronic im more than Fried

Kinda tired

But bars come off the mind

Like im yodas kind

May the force be with you

Pen in a holster

An authors pistol

The bullets kiss you

While you bleeding ink

As your body ripples

You artificial

Im really real

Like a writers scriptures

Or artist pictures

Five star restraunt

Cause my taste exquisite

A ghetto boy

That smell like ysl

Paint flos divinchi

I spit like tunchi

And I execute like im Freddy Krueger

Im in your dreams

Or you in visions

Martin luther

Kama sutra

In any position

Youll freeze medusa

I got the gold

Hold it too long and it turn to mold

The cash I fold

The back of my pocket is where It goes

Now you know

Your broke ass wants too fuck me With me after shows

There it goes

Dont worry about the noise

In the back

Thats either

My brother my mother

Or just your hoes

Ill tell your ass right now

Check your tone around me

You dont wanna get loud with me

Unless we talking by the pound

Put down the swisher sweet down Dawg

You know I got papers for weeks

Pearly twisted toast and I burn it

Reeking of reefer

I earn to deserve it

Splashing new waves right on top of The surface

Feel like a god

But hurt like a person

I am a human

Seen too many serpents

That get in my lane

But ride with no purpose

Keeping my friend circle

Tighter than virgins

Flo like a menace

I need me steve urkel

Stuffing my paper with grinded up Purple

But

I needa catch my breath

My shot got arc

And mark design just like an Architect

Argues the smoothest on the block

And got the hardest head

If no one arguing back

I won the argument

My raps my honest bet

Lyrically you cannot match with the Kid

I was baring out wearing diapers

Writing bars on my bib

I would puff on my pacifier

Like the tip really lit

Im hot as my fit

Im blowing big like both of my lips

Shit

I flip my name into a W

Unleash like M fours

You do not want me trouble you

If im the gripping the rock

Shoot a spiral until it fumble you

Deep in my darkest thoughts

They might humble you

Dont let the cookie crumble