Verbal Soulclap

This shit here be the bomb to me This shit better than broads comin on to me This shit dialouge how its supposed to be Better grab a hold of your rosary Why the five - 0's always approaching me? Those hydros all in my upholstery Dime hoes, they be accosting me constantly Assholes callin the cops on me constantly Can not catch us, concentrate Every single days millisecond I contemplate You can't even give a motherfucker a compliment Without the motherfucker startin' an argument Cucarachas all in to your condiments You ain't gotta waste time writing ya Congressmen You'll waste time like a bunch of incompetents Tryna' do Sandman somethin' a consequence I ain't count my accomplishments And years gettin' it on with all my accomplices And years settin' it off for all my sponsorships Here's for the catalouge, all of my consonance When the beats freeze all of the hostages My peeps rustle the props from all the imposters And I peeps, learn from my pops to handle my posture Learn from my moms to handle my pasta Learn from the best I learn from the Vets I give a mother fuck for the Yanks I root for the Mets I'm not the one to sit on the fence Or feel on myself for being so full and in effect Homeboy Yosemite Sam, I hop like Jiminy Crick Then get it hot diggity damn and lickety split So everybody put up a hand for summer and sand To make you feel summer of sam was safe PEACE