Library Lofts

[Intro]

Cash Jordan on the beat. Grab mt Brandy, mix it with the orange juice
Got damn, Brandy ain't never taste this good

[Verse 1]

Just got a call from my nigga Johnny Blaze
Say he with that nigga Easy Dae, blowing haze
Hoes play me and I'm still not phased
Call me John Madden cuz I'm steady calling plays
Bitches wanna chill til they find another nigga
Change in plans, but they never informed me
See me in person and they notice I ain't say shit
Now hoes like, "damn why he ignoring me?"
Detroit player like Greg Monroe
Jordan 1's off the white Vi's
You talking Pradas but rocking forces
On some real shit, that's a white lie
Nigga I'm like no other, parkay bars on the track, straight butter
If a nigga wanna make a song straight dissin'
I'll cut the tape like a damn box cutter
Bitch I got stripes like a foot locker worker
Keep the block shaking like the #1 twerker
Gold Bottle Team gon always stand out
If she choose well, I ain't gon encourage her
Jack Nicholas golden bear Arizona
Drink that shit with a stir fry dinner
On my broke days, I was feeling like a winner
Man my whole team ball, we should be on sports center
I see em plot out my peripheral view
Just know a nigga ready if a nigga really catch em
If he crave the beef for the lettuce and cheese
Then he want a taco, so I'm dropping shells at em
When a girl meet a nigga better than you
She get oblivious on calling you back
Now shining on em is my retribution
And I don't never give a hoe the time to chat

[Interlude]

I mean, never dawg cuz like..... Where the fuck was y'all hoes at at first?
You know what I'm saying
I don't really got no sympathy for nan bitch, cuz you can't trust nan bitch

[Verse 2]

The game fucked up, I'm just saying
Girls want sex but instead, they playing
Then they give it up and I'm bouta hit it up
Then I bust the biggest nut, feeling like a super saiyan
Bitch named Samara would've fucked my dawgs
And her ass knew we was in the same gang
Knew this girl named Alesia, but she just disappeared
Chick named Lady Mac did the same thang
That Aquarius shit, but I ain't stressing the shit
Cuz I know it's a nigga probably blessing the chick
Both of them doing they thang, guess it's levels to this
Glad I ain't fuck with em, cuz I can't give em shit
But y'all still fluke in my book
But it ain't shit baby girl, it's all good
But don't be surprised if a nigga don't say shit
If you ever find me up in y'all hood
Gotta put yo life on the line to change this world
In a world full of critics
In the living room watching Martin on a white sofa
With a girl who can get it
Dodging potholes while I'm riding through Detroit
On them rainy days, stepped in puddles by mistake
Told that bitch that I didn't wanna cake
Now she in her room crying while she listening to Drake

[Interlude]

I mean, I told ol' girl, you know. Dry your eyes. Naw, Not because I got sympathy for her
Because, bitch it ain't that damn serious. Bitch, cheer the fuck up. Fuck is you crying for

[Verse 3]

Niggas messed up in the head, it's a shame
Niggas doing anything just to get a name
Girls ask me for my government name
But every different girl just get a different name
Detroit L-O, 4-1 L-O, 5 mile L-O, Gold Bottle L-O
LiveRAW L-O, Real and Wise L-O
Either way it go, to you bitch I'm L-O
Girls half naked on they instagram pic
I don't take em serious, to me they just a joke
Riding through the city, I can be anywhere
Either way, I'm hard to find like the TV remote
Niggas real, but I really can't tell
All these girls, most of em fake as hell
Can't be winning if you in a nigga trail
Lowkey, I still wanna hit Janelle
Home alone chicks, they be setting thirst traps
They want all the likes and they got it mapped out
First the hotel got blessed with 5 girls
Now we got 7 chicks, you can say we crapped out
I peep game so I'm already hip
Never went to public, I attended the charter
You can call this shit a lyrical slaughter
Or you can keep yo cool like a glass of iced water
Hit em where it hurts, imma put em in the dirt
Screaming west side, cuz I got it on a shirt
You a little dog like a Pomeranian
That explains why you always in yo bitch purse
You know you winning, getting money doing what you love
You should be a doctor, cuz to me you just a scrub
Call your girl over just to help me get a nut
And you know it's going down if she show up in some Uggs

[Outro]

I mean, I done sat back and watched niggas bite styles for the past couple years
Now it's just time, you know. Step up
This ain't no ordinary rap, nigga
Lyrically original bitch
Oh yea im saying names now. Some might look at me like imma hoe ass nigga cuz I'm saying names now. Naw
Samara, yea that was just some random bitch
Could've hit her, but didn't
Oh yea Alesia, what up baby. Fuck you at?
You too Lady Mac
Shit, iShaan what up. LiveRAW Gold Bottle Team baby, we in here
Gold Bottle Team
Bitch we the competition, just know that