Lemon Grass

[Intro: Juice Sample] Hey man if Bishop calls or if he comes tell him I ain't here Why, you don't like Bishop no more? Why you asking so many questions man? Cause I like Bishop! Why? Cause he's cool! He's cool huh? Well you just tell Mr. Cool Man if he calls or comes by that I ain't here [Verse 1] See now a lot of people ain't impressed I know Cause I'm 15 rapping and the kid ain't got no flow You bozo's drowning in the words I'm spitting So get the row boat, cause the stream don't worry bout ? Cause they loco and my mojo is so pro Yet I'm loco and still strive for more glow But your ho know that I'm up next, she undressed Showing her breasts, getting ready for sex It's like that when you closer to the cash The broads that used to laugh are ready to give you ass It's nothing new, it's something you get accustomed to When people start feeling your crew Or feeling the moves that you making So please don't be mistaken the game is what I'm taking I'm patient cause other dudes really ancient And really ain't shit, they basic Minds vacant, my rhymes sacred and I aim straight for greatness [Hook] I'm all about my cash and my cream and the dream Cause it's all a nigga need on the thing You lose in the booth, I'm the truth Yeah, I'm young, you my motherfucking seed I fiend fitteds, stay green in kicks Ain't worried bout none of these greasy chicks Cause all they want is the cash when you get close And all they see is the cash when you get close [Verse 2] I spit facts You spit shit no one reacts to Just had to let you know your rhymes wack dude I'm passed you, matter fact I'm on a scaffold It's mad true don't act like I ain't catch you There's mad clues cause you claiming you had rare jewels And tattoos, when I seen you, you ain't have two You have to cut the bullshit now Your profile is wild My pro styles is wild People know it, they just don't show it They try to hold it most bitches My hold is boasting And leave their devotion and commotions I'm still hoping that Hova hear me flowing And know that I'm cold from the go And that I'm chasing the gold And the gold with the golden globes are so so When a nigga scope, tryna get in the scope And get scoped by interscope [Hook] I'm all about my cash and my cream and the dream Cause it's all a nigga need on the thing You lose in the booth, I'm the truth Yeah, I'm young, you my motherfucking seed I fiend fitteds, stay green in kicks Ain't worried bout none of these greasy chicks Cause all they want is the cash when you get close And all they see is the cash when you get close [Produced by Metal Fingers]