c*ckpit lyrics

[Verse]

I wish this high won't so temporary
I ain't dropping new sh*t until novemberuary
n*ggas is starving the streets colder than winter flurries
Don't anticipate the demise, when was you worthy
My n*ggas never worried, you can never blur me fogging up the vision
While I'm whipping wristing n*gga I'm a legend in the kitchen
With that warm summer time flow, print me on a vinyl
Singing in falsetto, while I'm ripping thru her spinal
Cords, I want a porshe, house shoes on the torch
Smoking purple in my leisure playing Jesus on the court
n*ggas godlike, I rather rhyme write keeping my mind right
f*ck limelight I need a blonde dyke licking on my pipe//

[Chorus]

So what's success if you ain't got sh*t
A million dollars ain't enough, I'm still floating in my c*ckpit
Them n*ggas really tryna stop sh*t
But I'm too high to come down get off of my di*k


The good guy, done lost too many times so now I get high
Don't get by, just slowing down the time when I roll by
The clever thesis for my b*tches with the ceasars
Loving with Jesus when they go down but vacuumed out the fetus
A dirty game I had to scramble for that change, life's insane
Grab a battery and level up ya aim
Keep it quiet cause these b*tches talk
n*ggas, lions, b*tches, hawks
Richmond zoo can eat you alive, depends on where you walk
I tie these jordan 8's tight to show my right to fight
Cause n*ggas losing everyday I swear my psyche's right
Feel like a title fight to step out the door
I pray I never lose myself for awards
Look at the score yo
[Chorus]

So what's success if you ain't got sh*t
A million dollars ain't enough, I'm still floating in my c*ckpit
Them n*ggas really tryna stop sh*t
But I'm too high to come down get off of my di*k