SOCRATES! (feat. LiL $ane)

These bitches these bitches they think that I'm tripping Step over a bitch like I'm Iverson pimping They say that I'm lame but they already simpin' Got blood on my name I got blood on my fifties I start to maintain when they start to get shifty Like Supras going from like 0-60 I'm running a race they wanna pass me quickly But if you in front I'll just pull out my semi Bitches have reached a new level of petty I pity them for ever tryna get near me Keep trojans with me if you tryna get gritty I'm milking the game every bar is a titty And if you fuck with me that shit could get risky Cocaine white bitch my nose always drippy Like Oj Simpson they can't prove that I did it I pressed you homie but the glove isn't fitting Homie sent threats I'm frightened Like I won't beat his ass pull up on site then If we in the pit I be busting up your eyelids Make a pussy blind take his sight cuz he frightened He make me excited pull up with a knife bitch I'll step up on your neck and put that knife through your side quick I feel so enlightened that pussy is silent Aye why you whispering and being so quiet I'm smoking some ganja hold up let me light it Okay baby rewind it I feel so delighted My kush pricey like diamonds Get cardio running from sirens I'm never retiring you always feeling anxiety Im getting higher so please do not talk to me Always want smoke give a fuck 'bout sobriety Eyeing me but you ain't finna be trying me If you press me then that shit ending violently I'm on some shit you could never aspire to be This isn't rapping I'm spitting philosophy Socrates get all this bitches up off of me Get these bitches up off of me, unless they toppin' me Do it so sloppily, next is the sodomy Bitch I'm a prodigy, star like astrology And you my son now I'm pushing you out of me Don't need a uterus Setting trends Yeah hoe I'm used to it Numerous hits make you stand up like ludacris Everyone screaming "Damn Sane bitch you the shit" I know, and they didn't wanna listen 'Til they saw me eating good now everybody in the kitchen I must be trippin' these bitches these bitches Still think that $ane won't turn rags into riches These bitches these bitches they think that I'm tripping Step over a bitch like I'm Iverson pimping They say that I'm lame but they already simpin' Got blood on my name I got blood on my fifties I start to maintain when they start to get shifty Like Supras going from like 0-60 I'm running a race they wanna pass me quickly But if you in front I'll just pull out my semi