Mission Lyrics

It's hot as fuck in here

On God ask the Devil himself (What?)

Why I bring flames via pain just remembering Hell

That mason jar of Mary Jane too mellow for jail

And makin' art 'stead of cars where the felony will

Stick to my record like a scratch on the vinyl

Flipped my life like dyslexic kids reading the Bible

Not God just a dog having bitches survival

Hit pause foul cons been evicted as rivals

You self snitching

My wealth rising

From failed missions

I could put some birds on the street like I sell chicken

They freaky featherweights gagged up belts whipping

Who could name a better place talents welded in

And Imma run this state

Part of a hundred greats

(Yo) I rep the Bronx to Tuck

We smart as fuck

Just what Harlem does

And if this life shit is a game then what happened to my brothers chance restarting up

Now-Now he got to watch me from

The sky-box slaying angels

Catching contact from us

Double up the marijuana puff

This shit is my mission in life

Now picture the rice

The burgers that I'd flip for ya wife

And if you think I want your girl

No bitch is worth a pistol to fire

I'm pimping out my haters you all could suck my d*** at a price

While I'm in my kitchen tonight

At the microwave like the bomb squad got called

Tick tock disarmed in the nick of the time

I'm so calm hos talk "Yeah this is the guy

Who's flows bond coldness for the tip of the ice"

With no rocks old socks that I ripped on the hike

To reach tops hottest couldn't picture if I

Said watch set marks and I'd given a ride

I used to copy the GOATs

Now I'm sitting picking out fishing a tsunami of quotes

It's why that basic shit you spitting make them listen as I'm rocking the boat

Can't be the only kid that's thinkin' this is obviously dope

Well

Maybe I am

But I am deciding

The fucks that I'm writing

Bitches pulling up

Full of nut in five-ten

You smoking dust if a million combined can

On God ask the Devil himself (What?)

Why I bring flames via pain just remembering Hell

That mason jar of Mary Jane too mellow for jail

And makin' art 'stead of cars where the felony will

Stick to my record like a scratch on the vinyl

Flipped my life like dyslexic kids reading the Bible

Not God just a dog having bitches survival

Hit pause foul cons been evicted as rivals

My boy Droga

Showing me love on the track

Told me create my own bubble

Live in that

Be it

So confident ya bitch would fuck me with aids

If my nuts a grenade

Semen was a truck to the face

Hell, even as a blunt that was laced

That's finally have you tweaking for a hundred days

On God ask the Devil himself (What?)

Why I bring flames via pain just remembering Hell

That mason jar of Mary Jane too mellow for jail

And makin' art 'stead of cars where the felony will

Stick to my record like a scratch on the vinyl

Flipped my life like dyslexic kids reading the Bible

Not God just a dog having bitches survival

Hit pause foul cons been evicted as rivals