Cashleaders - The Julius Freestyle

Music is the killer man me I am the nuisance nigga
Blasting off like twenty twenty even if they do it nigga
We heading to mars now tell elon we goin do it nigga
Send those rockets in the air tell em we gon to nigga
Blasting off I'm faded man I'm faded man I'm fucking faded
Even if I get the money money coming in I parade it
Dollars going in the air asses gonna hit the ground
Parties going on everywhere even if your not around
Shh dont make a fucking sound
Killers round the corner nigga
They just creeping up on you
You better not be a stoner nigga
You better be red alert you better be sharper nigga
Cold ass world were living in
Karma come in swinging harder
Hit you like a brick wall
Might skip you but might hit your daughter
Get treated the same way you treated hoes when you was younger
Even if it doesn't happen the conscious is a fucking killer
But if it does happen rip to that nigga
Rip to that nigga
Wake up go chase those dreams
Why you think you're here for
You're made for a greater purpose
Omnipotent criminal
Bastards going to tell you you aint shit
But what the hell do they know
They can go and suck a dick
I'm a go ahead and fuck they chick
Creeping out the back door when ya coming home
Hard day at work honey with my nut in her throat
I'm slicker than rick and the smoothest criminal
You shouldn't have talked that shit now ya paying for it
Oh ya hating on it
Oh let me plate it for ya
It's best served with a plate and some cold bacon for ya
Some cold bacon for ya
Roll up the joint and pass it to the left baby
We getting hot this shits about to get crazy
Me and success making a pot a pie baby
Bout to have my cake and eat it too shits crazy
Bout to have my full course meal too ouu baby
Come looking like a motherfuckin stew I'm blazing
Rolling with the motherfucking crew picasso painting
Yeah we picture perfect so the camera shots are worth it
Stunting in this motherfuckin booth I'm crazy
Where the bitches when they coming through they late man
Now they dancing on the tables now they wilding what the hell
Now they drinking out the bottle but they bottles I didnt sell
Everything has a price so I let em know the deal
Now we fucking in the booth so the inspiration there
Now they gotta go home because the taxis are here
Because the taxis are here

Written by:
Julius Stewart

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