Mr.Postman Lyrics

Shit, Naaj always talking bout putting the Saki down

I think that nigga need to pick that ma fucker up

I just might have to sit the bench cause I'm so good I took my own spot

Sitting in my place been many faces but they all flop

Grinding since the 31st, ain't even watched the ball drop

Beats go through the blue tooth, we rhyming out the parking lot

Can't put a shark in a puddle, it's dark in the jungle

No wonder why I'm always causing trouble I came out the huddle and I ran the wrong route

Tell me how this shit still result to touchdowns And you getting punched out, every time I punch in

Just off the punchlines can tell that I'm top tier

You can check my posture, never played possum Tell me I ain't top ten, nigga I been locked in

No matter where I must be paid, I double up like Nipsey said

Hustle up and motivate the jits cause all the OG's dead

I know niggas like villains, they get vicious, even police scared

Know bitches that's fucking for the dollar when they only fans

I only rock with close ones, cause niggas mostly doly man

Solely man, I just had too many niggas cross me why I'm holy man

That's bogus fam

I just got more silly, more witty, more brands endorse to me

Man this life shit fun as hell

I just got more liquor, more sticky, more 50's, more bitches

Can't keep they hands to themselves

Feel like I catch more bodies than the grim reaper

Don't save numbers, its just to see ya when I see ya

I'm trying to dodge PETA, I'm killing all these bitches

And if you ask them, I'm a dog moving vicious

I need a ticket out of town, where it took me out the west side

Boogie, we ain't got a cop a hoodie wears its hot

Shorty had to pluck the balls a cookie, bet the shots were sookie sookie

We an empire, Lucious not the pop

I'm bout to treat the vets like they some rookies

Need a stool to overlook me when they try me

Turn them niggas Kevin Hart

Collect the paper shit, I'm like a bookie

Find a pen, they thought they shook me

Reappear just like I'm Jason out the pond

Gotta wonder where they found me at

Now they searching through the almanac

Trying to find a way just to counter attack

How you gon' counter that

This really ain't that kind of rap

The shit you spit cool, but it's kinda cap

Yaw see, always wanna wild out that shit beyond me

I'm killing all these rappers and they not respawning

Still giving full compression and still not responding

We might've lost em, ego would cost em

Ask again, how you see us losing

Two ma fuckers be fluent in crack music

Niggas must be stupid to ever say I lost a step

Keep your chin up, cause a slip up can cost your head

That's yo ass, Mr. Postman

Off with your head