Abraham Lyrics

Your lack of a concept

I overdosed on confidence

I got a whole stash house

So this one is spotless

The places I've denied

In the Press conferences

Eating the forbidden fruit

And Getting past our differences

When being real is endangerment

And our car are autonomous

This respect I've gain

A way to show my dominance

I mixed up the

Critiques and the compliments

Protect this with your life

You better not lose these documents

Why complain this is monumental

The type of gangstas that be in Continentals

This majestic, with a hint of disrespectful

A rebel, with all the right credentials

When you authentic,

It might be the death of you

I'm off to a different land

I'm talking books of Abraham

Nothing but kings in the spot

We ain't talking Buckingham

You be talking blocks

But you ain't sold a milligram

Probably the same spitter that's got them In the room pacing

I haven't watched the news lately

So unlike them people

I am miss informed

Because them guys know they fucking With the bull

Can we get this shit

Packed up and sent off

We can laugh it up when the jobs threw

Big box's we need the Eighties Arnold

Nineties Rick flair with the gators stomping

If they hate the king

Then they'll hate his offspring

You got it, lost it, at what price

Even if your feet above your head

Stay down, there's still an upside

Don't come round, it's not the right time

I guess scheduling bootycalls

Made me good at time managing

And driving that mustang

Made me good at a standard shift

How I get so good at eye balling the zip

I know a lot of you actors

Preform from a script

It took me five session to write all this

Because rap ain't the only lick

Six in the morning from Eleven at night

When can I get some rest

I'm stashing songs like it's doomsday prep

Long way from pushing weight

But I got those reps

From the same land Tonto stepped

Trying to go to France and see where Pablo rest

In the process of making the money that Pablo left

The crowds at the late night shows are the best

Late night drip, from a streetlight risk

I missed all this, in the making of Eight Point Six

As the plans unfold

Like the roof when the convertible closed

Minus the worst day of my whole life

Last can of food open it with a knife

I play offense, but the QB just threw a pick So currently I feel like I'm on defense

Some dogs just act loyal

When you feed them

But currently I'm posing for this picture and cheesing

I'm not sure for what reason

Other than it's a real nigga speaking

You just can't seemed to find the right attention

So you switch up your image

Water down your brand

Did it all just to fit in

And what you find out

That ain't You

Stare in the eyes of my enemy

Mixing all this Red Bull

Mixing all this Hennessy

A token of achievement

With the fake energy

When bullets are the only repercussion

For your penalties

Cali dreams in Beverly

Sipping Celery juice

Rolling what I got from the dispensary

You don't wanna mention me

So when I blow keep that same energy

I'm not mad I'm just stating Facts

You'll just have to see

Why complain this is monumental

The type of gangstas that be in Continentals

This majestic, with a hint of disrespectful

A rebel, with all the right credentials

When you authentic

It might be the death of you

I'm off to a different land

I'm talking books of Abraham

Nothing but kings in the spot

We ain't talking Buckingham

You be talking blocks

But you ain't sold a milligram

Probably the same spitter that's got them In the room pacing

I haven't watched the news lately

So unlike them people

I am miss informed

Because them guys know they fucking With the bull

Can we get this shit

Packed up and sent off

We can laugh it up when the jobs threw

Big box's we need the Eighties Arnold

Nineties Rick flair with the gators stomping

If they hate the king

Then they'll hate his offspring