Alarm Clock (Blue Sky Remix)

Look, im familiar wit those who think im bitter Cause they to fucking cheap to pay attention, My nigga I used to write raps in detention for fun Now I mention all these motherfuckers who hear it and think I'm just pretending Like I'm not gonna get on, spit on something I shit on Live off something immaculate plus im putting my bitch on? Promise me if you like me I won't say a lotta that shit My life is filled with mad bitches fucking on my mattress and sad shit Old magic Johnson swag, poof nigga You think im fake as hell? Want some proof nigga? 24/7 my brethren see that im flexing A lyrical or rhythmical ass whooping they’ll be catching Receive it like Dwayne Bowe prolly drop it in the end zone I'm a raider fan, im fucking bitches in the friend zone That’s the way I put it down like her purse when she scrapping Going at it, I'm an addict im poppin whatevers caps in And waiting to get affected never get pitch corrected Every flaw in my voice is an element to my freshness Im telling you that I wreck it, but they already seen it Niggas observe my prowess, look it up cause I mean it I made like 15 songs every one is fucking genius Im surprised I tend to only get slutty hoes on my penis I should be getting model broads with a minimum c cup We up, you don’t hear my nigga let me speak up I reach up to they sky grab stars and I throw em down Get em on my level they were too high now they know we round See, im the fat one this nigga still got stamina To take shots at these rappers I don’t even got a camera They really think they flashing, homie they not focused See my verse isnt clever, that way mad niggas will notice I been blowing all this money that I ain't got, not OCs I blow trees feel like snoop though, a fucking OG Gs on the map, im supreme when I rap Snap backs what I rock still supreme when I scrap No supreme on my hat, im a golden state warrior Who moved out east and dominates all these inglorious Bastards you asked first I smash first, luigi Leaves them ladies screaming when I launch em through the ceiling Im way to sweater for my own hood, better for my own good Wetter cause I get her with the cheddar then I hit her with those letters C U But I don’t go hard, I really wanna be you, I'm sorry that I flow boss Wake the fuck up, dumb niggas still sleeping Lemme be that alarm clock just beeping and beeping and beeping And swaggin and cooking and beeping They mad cause I don’t look a nigga whose that appealing But im flowing like rolling on molly nigga im cheesing All day long going strong long seasons High as outer space Neil Armstrong bong cheifing Im way to God for these dogs who non-believing I'mma be the future and im sure I asked a 8 ball Never sold a 8 ball, but bitch I got 8 balls You herbs tight? you heard right? I'm a nerd? aight Y'all niggas mad because I flow black but earn white I served twice you only got it once that mean you learned Im the greatest coming out the burbs nigga That's word life