Thesis

This is my thesis Hop out like Jesus Take her to Neiman Marcus Plead the fifth darling They can not see this Look at my genus I gotta genie in the bottle Hide your neck I got the throttle This is my thesis Hop out like Jesus Take her to Neiman Marcus Plead the fifth darling They can not see this Look at my genus I gotta genie in the bottle Hide your neck I got the throttle They all on my back its killing me These rappers are trash, they mini-me’s Im beating your ass, soliloquy Thats how we do it in Italy Fuck are you kidding me? Nobody kin to me Sever my enemies Pussy your dead to me All this weight I put on myself If not me then who the fuck else? Im sacrificing my body and health But the body bag got no room for your belts The zodiac is all mine li’l bitch LSD in my spine li’l bitch She’s not yours, thats my li’l bitch And if anybody tests me nine gets clicked Mind got dark when I knifed that kid In the moment I thought I was helping my kin But the nights all alone and my mind won't drift Insomniac when that cocaine hits This is my thesis Hop out like Jesus Take her to Neiman Marcus Plead the fifth darling They can not see this Look at my genus I gotta genie in the bottle Hide your neck I got the throttle This is my thesis Hop out like Jesus Take her to Neiman Marcus Plead the fifth darling They can not see this Look at my genus I gotta genie in the bottle Hide your neck I got the throttle What? Oh yea Im really that n**** for real I only got riches to believe in magic She see it at Neiman’s and she gotta have it Baby real plastic gotta bag it like groceries I ain’t gon’ eat it if you are not close Her body is shaped just like an hour glass She only want money I can not be mad I can not be mad ‘cause I rather take cash My boys on the block and we ready to crash, yeah Your bitch eat my face she a mascot 100k up in the stash box You somebody they don’t ask about This is my thesis Hop out like Jesus Take her to Neiman Marcus Plead the fifth darling They can not see this Look at my genus I gotta genie in the bottle Hide your neck I got the throttle This is my thesis Hop out like Jesus Take her to Neiman Marcus Plead the fifth darling They can not see this Look at my genus I gotta genie in the bottle Hide your neck I got the throttle They all on my back its killing me These rappers are trash, they mini-me’s Im beating your ass, soliloquy Thats how we do it in Italy Fuck are you kidding me? Nobody kin to me Sever my enemies Pussy your dead to me