Mommy’s Seed lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo it's flattery
I see these guys tryna bite my maneuvers
But they ain't fly it's the reason why only I do this
Rhyme ruthless, NY smooth blueprint
When my boo bent, f*ck you and your two cents
We cruisin' at an altitude you miniscule fools couldn't view
In the Brooklyn Zoo, sellin' acid on a sugar cube
Got the booger too, I made a move and my mooga grew
Now around the world they screamin' "Rome no one as good as you"
Who woulda knew I'd go from low, broke, rockin' jail clothes, robberies and Os
And now I'm rippin' stage shows for dough
I shine even blind eyes see the glow
Kick the f*ckin' door off the hinges, they tried to keep it closed
I rap like the grim reaper, hooded come to teef your soul
My speech is gold, keep these artists underneath my sneaker sole
All I really need is fire trees to roll, the corazón degrees is cold
You know the steelo ho, we complete the zone

[Chorus]
Don't complicate sh*t
Seen five figures off sh*t I made in the basement
That's light though
Mommy not poppy seed, but I write coke
Power like Ghost, I kill sh*t, leave it with no post
Don't complicate sh*t
Seen five figures off sh*t I made in the basement
That's light though
Mommy not poppy seed, but I write coke
Power like Ghost, I kill sh*t, leave it with no post
[Verse 2]
The game dirty, foul and filthy still I'm the god in this grimy sport
Spit the sh*t I lived and saw lessons all the crimeys taught
Mom said be calm, ease your soul we [?] 94
I've been the don, I've seen your favorite rapper take a tiny snort
That's here nor there though, they're weirdos, I rock red clothes
My style's ninety-nine point nine percent in career mode
Bars through the roof too on point, still I got a loose screw
If bishop was alive, he'd say "you got the juice dude"
True that, true that, it's murder he wrote every new rap
Stay in pursuit of the blue loot but that ain't nothing new scrap
Beat you blue, black for two stacks, kiss the bootstraps
And the rings too, I demonstrate how a king move
My mind shine like bling, bling jewels
Frontin' like you live, you less than a worker son
You report to the winged dude
Meet new rappers every time I tell Wavy "bring food"
Like who the f*ck is this fool?

[Outro: Skit]
Yo what's good Rome Streetz, my n*gga nice to meet you, goddamn!
Yo what's good my n*gga
Yo Wavy you ain't bring the f*ckin' Del Frisco's my n*gga?
They on the way, they on the way, you know what I mean?
The f*ck!