1997 12s Lyrics

I got so no wait

The beat didn't even drop yet

What the fuck

Okay

I got so high I forgot my name

Fuck all that talkin I need all my change

Better be Barack Obama nigga, make a change

I ain't had no pussy cause bitches is strange

They hear my music & think I'm deranged

I honestly just do this shit to entertain

Like it's all fun & games & shit

Shit is different, had to keep it a bag witchya

Last Christmas I was so fucked up I don't remember

I was rappin' eatin' rap snacks all December

Told her mi casa, su casa

I'm Mufasa & all you niggas is Simba

Goldie made the beat

This shit is hard even tho it's simple

Like, I'm just sitting here like

Should I add more or just upload the single

Like, should I hit this bitch

Like, come hop on the track

Like a singer

And if you can't get caught smellin' like weed

Then you might as well leave

Cause that shit that we smokin will linger

My mind sayin no but my dick wanna bring her

I did the math my calculations were accurate

If I imagined it then drugs was immaculate

Like who you tap in with

No

Not on no fed shit like

I'm tryna match some shit

Cause I ain't never heard of no weed called Nazareth

This song should be longer

But it's not