Normal Shit

[Verse 1]

Ayo, check it

The power's in the information

Not in that bullshit, fly by, now you slave to the hype

Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'

Streetz'll put fire to ya skin like cremation

I'm from a different creed, you need Franklins

Uncle Sam ain't have no job for me but scam and robbery

Hand-to-hand with all different color grams for a larger fee

Snub revolver in the Polo parka, son quick on the reach

Cameras on every corner, we still movin' shit on Gotham streets

The level that I'm on's beyond your reach

Give no fucks like Omarion, Lil Fizz niggas fiendin' for the hoes I beat

Know the flow stretch from Colorado out to Mozambique

And leave in front of verbal murder over Wavy shit

Hoes get the dick, no chips then 86

It's the latest greatest fuckin' up your favorite

The shit I make is pit

Draw the blick, aim and freeze your frame like takin' pics

You niggas ain't on shit, just a lot of dick

Dollars the only thing we discussin' if we politic

Line after line on some Jackson Pollock shit

It's the god throwin' flurries at the Baphomet

[Chorus]

His eyes rolled back when he snorted it

Heard your favorite rapper got smoked, that's so unfortunate

Clip you the fuck off for a fortune on some normal shit

They praise the god, they forfeitin' they offerin'

His eyes rolled back when he snorted it

Heard your favorite rapper got smoked, that's so unfortunate

Clip you the fuck off for a fortune on some normal shit

They praise the god, they forfeitin' they offerin'

[Verse 2]

Ayo

Been had the world in my palm, nigga you knew that

Makin' change out you five dollar niggas and New Jacks

Ain't had no pops, so early stop givin' a fuck where dude at

Funny now these niggas on my songs but they bums

'cause soon as I make a move they wanna copy tryna do that

Unoriginal y'all crooks could never be god

This a different talk like Farsi, but y'all ain't see far

It's longevity, fuck overnight celebrity

I celebrate when I can sell a gram for more than seventy

Yeah elevated and gettin' hella cake from off the legacy

These niggas all fraud for a fact, it's not allegedly

Food on my fork, like the best chef recipe

Your bars cool but you lack fly fresh nigga energy

Anytime I'm on the set bet its rest in peace

New York body but the TEC from Chesapeake

Hit you in your neck and your head, and gave your chest a piece

My focus is the treasure in the chest, the rest is weak

I move like a master of chess, but get the checks in E

I care less who check for me

I've always been that nigga and had bitches after the D like the letter E

Black, Asian, and Lebanese, I flex the better steez

Green low letterman with the leather sleeves

Don't save the skees, let 'em leave, learn the lesson B

Y'all niggas way less than me