Theraflu

I like my eggs with maple syrup, fuck yo turkey bacon
Yo breakfast fakin', thank the Lord another day for chasin'
That paper waitin'
26, and I done been amazin'
But I been pacin'
Tryna figure how to make a statement
I hit the basement
Negative dollars, but bigger vision
Ain’t been to prison
You be praisin' bangin', pistol grippin
Y’all Crip or Christian
Bitch yo label make all yo decisions
Yo own admission
Models, cars and bottles
Ain’t on my list, head-on collision
Transparent, y’all can’t never see him
I’m friends with Liam
Touch my shit and hoe I’m Jackin' U
But no EDM
Space fallin' wit no parachute
Need Theraflu
My fans patient, and they call me sick
That’s very true
I made this track and then i hit my job
You quick to knock
Behind the scenes work, but yo girl a fan
And she quick to slob
My DMs on fire lately
Got 2 yesses, a lotta maybes
What' s my type? petite & nice
Got a lotta ambition, vagina crazy
I been a sideliner, when it come to music
This year, I’m writin' crazy
Got one life to live, gotta price to give
For everybody wanna ride the wave
I ain’t healthy
Cough cough, cough cough
Sick
Cough cough, cough cough
Sick
Try yo CPR
Dexter’s Lab on DVR
Fresh Prince season DVDs
Still got a VCR
Got Nintendo 64
My PS2 be crashin' hard
I prefer this shit to all my dates
And that’s the saddest part
Some of y’all been rapid stars
I’m more like a burning bridge
Usually I’m uplifting, sharing visions
And learning kids
But, from time to time
Accelerate, i turn and skid
Sky high, I feel like I’m too short
My favorite word is bitch
You… flashy like you Diamond Dallas Page
I’m more like Undertaker, Kane
When I move I make it rain
Bars hotter, and homie i got Harry Potter chains
I rep my own shit, and I’m still winnin'
Tell me what the fuck you claim
Gotta drain the bottle
Cough cough, cough cough
Sick
Cough cough, cough cough
Sick
All the women that done turned me down throughout the years
Thank you so much, ‘cause y’all the fuel behind my rap career
I wasn’t pullin', i worked out and got my ass in gear
Now I’m cut up, yo lady bussin' when this hits her ear
She on my nuts, i’m out for greatness not no second place
Ain’t got time for no second dates
Hit that rum and coke, wit' that henny then you gon' levitate
My record straight, to keep it 100, you rockin' 7 eighths
Weapons race, strapped with that hater repellent just in case
Eww