Ellen Lyrics

Took a break

Now I'm back

I've evolved new attacks

No, I'm not from New Orleans

But they going to be like

Who's that

Oh my god

Run it back

I punch a line so hard

They don't know how to counter that

My flow so dope you overdose

Your mama like where the counselor at

I don't know I can't answer that

Ooh

I'm a handsome cat

Sorry for all of these random facts

Labels gone max out they salary cap

Just to get my John Hancock on they track

They say rap died I'm bringing it back

Hu hu hu

Beep

Now it's revived

I just say what's on mind

They say I'm one of a kind

Then I say, oh, you so kind

This is not my final form

I ain't even much trying

I know you heard it bout a hundred times

But iron sharpen up iron

This is not my final form

I ain't even much trying

I know you heard it bout the hundred times

But iron sharpen up iron

Yeah

Haha

I think I made a chorus

Ate the beat so gracefully I turned that to a full course

Yeah, I'm Scottie on a golf course

And you're Scottie on the ball court

And your girl is Scottie's wife off court

Wow

Was that a low blow

I don't know bro

But I got a big brain like Mojo Jojo

My buddy still rep that Rojo

I prayed that he don't get 187 by the Po Po

Or 1053 by a Cholo ah

Man down, man down

Please come and get 'em

Possible victim I see nobody with 'em

What happened to the shooters that you had with you

Who all said they ready to Steve Nash with you

But instead of pass with you

They laugh at you

Laying face down on the avenue

You got your whole booty showing people passing through

And nan one of your friends tried grabbing you

Yea

You reduced to a joke now

Uh

Your friends hope that you're croaked now

Huh

Ain't a whole lot of hope now

Mmh

Might as well be a pope now

Oh

Your Ol' Lady turned hoe now

Heh

Heard she went and did the hoedown

Got hooked on the snow now

Heard she "wind" and blew bro down

Our father who art in heaven

Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done on earth

As it is in heaven

No, I'm not your reverend

But I still do good deeds

And I still teach good lessons

Fred Hammond told me no weapons

But I stay teched-up like Draymond

I put a beat behind bars like a felon

My flo get mean like Ellen

But I'm not that generous

I get a beat off the internet

I just start killing it

I'm a degenerate

The way that I structure these sentences

I'm like a chick on her period

Period

Period

Period

Period

I swear that I'm degenerate

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