Normal sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullsh*t, fly by, now you slave to the hype
Fraudulent f*ckery 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' sh*t on Gotham streets
The level that I'm on's beyond your reach
Give no f*cks like Omarion, Lil Fizz n*ggas fiendin' for the hoes I beat
Know the flow stretch from Colorado out to Mozambique
And leave in front of verbal murder over Wavy sh*t
Hoes get the di*k, no chips then 86
It's the latest greatest f*ckin' up your favorite
The sh*t I make is pit
Draw the blick, aim and freeze your frame like takin' pics
You n*ggas ain't on sh*t, just a lot of di*k
Dollars the only thing we discussin' if we politic
Line after line on some Jackson Pollock sh*t
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 f*ck off for a fortune on some normal sh*t
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 f*ck off for a fortune on some normal sh*t
They praise the god, they forfeitin' they offerin'
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Been had the world in my palm, n*gga you knew that
Makin' change out you five dollar n*ggas and New Jacks
Ain't had no pops, so early stop givin' a f*ck where dude at
Funny now these n*ggas 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, f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*gga and had b*tches 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 n*ggas way less than me