Spartacus Lyrics

Made a pretty penny think I like my pockets heavy

Way to fucking many people call me the white Fetty

Bro called me said get ready then he pulled up in a Bentley

Cut the lights I like it scary talking hard but you a semi

Man I'm feeling like I'm Spartacus

Nobody coming hard as this

They all like they to run they mouth but they don't got no argument

I made it here on common sense

I'm pointing out the obvious

I'm on a mission, self driven

This could shit could be autonomous

I told you that I'm on to it this shit's a guarantee

I been working round the clock making a masterpiece

I'm the boss around here bitch I got the master key

Call me Gordon Ramsey cause I got the recipe

I be feeling like I'm VIP

Now they all want a piece of me

Classic like the DVD

This shit it is my legacy

I'm tripping on the LSD

Like I be doing chemistry

They be tryna fuck with me

But I'm just getting started homie

Hardcore no vanilla

Got moves like ninja

Bad bitch straight killer

Repent like sinner

Bad lil thing like Ariana

High maintenance dressed in Prada

Talk a lot about yada yada

Trying to get to know me you don't wanna

Keep the drama to a minimum bitch cut it out

Only worried bout the Guala that I'm making now

Rolling up the Marijuana holy shit this fucking up

I was staring at her face but I just couldn't get a word out

Ain't your Romeo but I guess I punch above average

Said she wanna go back home now she speaking my language

Ride me like a rodeo you know she got some talent

Bitch got me like here we go well now I guess I gotta have it

Time is ticking could be chilling but I really gotta go

Spend my living on the mission this is all I've ever known

Homies switching think I'm tripping yeah but I don't need em though

Finished listening keep on winning you know that I'm on a roll

Got em' dripping I be killing I put on a show

Shit be hitting when I'm spitting I got hella flow

See me swinging got no friction try and tell me no

Tide been shifting got me thinking where I wanna go

Half past six I just woke up in the studio

Feeling like shit pop two for the vertigo

Stood up and felt dizzy I think I might still be tipsy

Rolling up a fifty hit the blunt like she a hippie

I be way to picky all I really want's a millie

Got em triggered now they shitty hating on me what a pity

Got a problem with commitment that's the ADHD

Can't chill for one minute start to count my heart beats

In school they said I was gifted so my pairs called me a freak

Now I'm out here killing it I'm in a different league

Like oohhh

Who the fuck are you

Causing a scene what's new

Bitch better make room

Run it back that's a haiku

Said I'm wordy kinda nerdy I'm just out here shooting my shot

Pretty birdie but she dirty fucking me up but I can't stop

Little curvy titties perky but I wanna see that ass drop

What a journey night is early think I might just take the whole lot

Seeing double said I'm acting irresponsible

Starting trouble cause I'm scared of getting comfortable

Only hustle cause it makes me feel less vulnerable

Only do the drugs to make it all more bearable

Saw me stumbling around the room acting a spoon

Choking on the fumes smoking a Doob

They be calling me a goon they ain't got a clue

They gonna change their tune when they see me move

Got a couple screws loose but I call that character

I be killing this shit like a mother fucking massacre

You ain't coming close to performing at my caliber

Independent I'm on my own fucking manager