Jolly Roger

Just got off a plane, fuck a Lois Lane
I don’t save hoes, make 'em train like I’m Major Payne
Sniffing cocaine off my dick, she a meter maid
I just mean she fine, she a ticket I would gladly pay
That is not my life, I was lyin'
I’m just selling what you buyin'
Honestly, I don’t got no time for no games, knowing her
She would probably fuck a boring-ass nigga named Brian
I am on the road doing shows on the tour, though
Just make sure you cut the check correct, nigga, Zorro
I got all the juice, but you don’t know what else in store, though
Like I got a secret back room full of pornos
So many fuckin' fuck-boys, why you want to fuck with me?
I just want to rap, and get taxed for my luxuries
If you think I care about your BM in my DMs
You ain’t Liam-fucking-Neeson, she was taken by the PM, uh
Gotta' ball out, now Kobe’s gone, gotta' put all my homies on
You are in my room, and you just found out I’m the elephant
No lookin' back, no second chance, gotta' clean out my skeletons
I don’t sip Lean, that’s just decorated decadence
Bathin' in my excellence, upperin' my echelons
Double dare, definitely dickin' down the debutante
Confidence my confidante, notice how I’m nonchalant
Walking living legend on the edge, niggas falling off
Flag waving, yeah, it’s way up
Move in silence, we don’t say much
Don’t need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it’s way up
Move in silence, we don’t say much
Don’t need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Nigga, you late
Stop tryna' to act me with acne, get all of that shit off your face
Nigga, I’m great
Like Alexander commander, so all of my homies is straight
Skrrt, skrrt yo' brakes
You’re not an ocean, a pond, I mean, y’all niggas more Ricky Lake
Talkin' that fake
Talkin' that Easy-Bake Oven shit, nigga, you don’t get no cake, wait
I just hope a shitty videographer falls out of the sky
With his Canon T3i, filmin' Killer season five
Lands on your face and you die in a chinchilla, man
Just to give you a brand new meaning of a Killa Cam
Sayin' I’m a rapper don’t make these girls wanna fuck me
I ain’t in a band, I’m just an awkward nigga with some killer jams (No, really,
they’re dope) But you can’t hang with me, get a clan
Oh, you got a girl at a chain, bro? Ampersand?
I don’t be on the corner, like will.i.am's haircuts
Couldn’t care much, just fucked a bad bitch with a square butt
Put the pussy on an R.I.P. t-shirt, with an airbrush
And loan it to funeral with two condoms and a spare nut
Do it for the culture and my arousal
White girl, but that ass so Rachel Dolezal, hit it in the name of Martin and
Malcolm
Call it Black History cunt or a victory brunch
Might open a school for the blind, 'cause you can feel I’m the one
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it’s way up
Move in silence, we don’t say much
Don’t need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers
Flag waving, yeah, it’s way up
Move in silence, we don’t say much
Don’t need nobody to come save us
Jolly Rogers