Masterpiece

Ay, Bushman
They can’t talk to me
These rappers in my
Ay

Bushman and Flee
New Shaq and kobe if u ask me
We off da leash
These rappers in the city They can’t talk to me
Or talk to us
Haters on my body shake em off like fleas
Who hot like us must be off da dust must me off pcp
I gotta bad lil bitch say she wanna trap she gotta cook and clean
Excuse my French
That dope it gotta stench
Can’t hide it wit febreze
I drop the buff it make da work look hench
Like a athlete
No athlete
Artistry
I whip a masterpiece

Deep in the game I call a play like I’m Coach P
Might sell a whole thang of cocaine I'll charge them 33
We in the streets fuck the music bitch we pushing keys
These niggas fighting over pussy they not pushing p
Deez niggas bluffers they ain’t gunnas ain’t no  thugs to me
They more like busters niggas rats should work at Chuck E. Cheese
Since I jumped off the porch I been chasing cheese
I think I knew bout BMW’s for ABC’S
I turn my dope 1 to 10 never did 1 to 3
I put no trust in a friend my best friend my ski
I got sauce so much sauce they wanna pay a fee
I go super O.T. while I’m on housy
They tryna keep me caged even when I’m free
I’m so dope I might get locked up if I catch a breeze
I’m so dope that I got labels tryna Invest in me
Came from the dirt but they didn’t think that I was gon succeed
My feelings hurt you even tried to compare them to me
I’m one of one the only one that you will ever see
God blessed me wit a voice so I’m just tryna speak
They ready know when I’m on da beat that it’s a first degree
When I rap the trap niggas say church and hustlers say preach
The streets turn a lil boy to amen not a figure of speech
When I say I’m greatest of all time ain’t a figure of speech
Your favourite rapper in my studio couldn’t even breathe
All these kids be talking greeze I  tell em ease
Cuz if they really wanted smoke  they wouldn’t  breathe
If a nigga touch me he’ll get a EMT
And that’s a medic so  don’t even interact wit me
I got fans now back then no one had clapped for me
Fast forward present day all the shooters tryna splash for me
I feel the envy but they still tell me they proud me
I rap now these bitches wanna take out they IUDs


Bushman and Flee
New Shaq and kobe if u ask me
We off da leash
These rappers in the city They can’t talk to me
Or talk to us
Haters on my body shake em off like fleas
Who hot like us must be off da dust must me off pcp
I gotta bad lil bitch say she wanna trap she gotta cook and clean
Excuse my French
That dope it gotta stench
Can’t hide it wit febreze
I drop the buff it make da work look hench
Like a athlete
No athlete
Artistry
I whip a masterpiece