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Kanye West, Future, Metro Boomin & Kendrick Lamar – Like That (CDQ)

I ain’t put it all together ina minute.

Mentioned

walle

san andreas

LYRICS:

All of these peeps got eyes on him
And the problem enlies in benign products.
He a prophecy poking the beast of my mind;
It started with something I needed, and I need a condom to fuck up the model, 
double the meaning and gimme a bottle.
Say I’m conceded, then meet at the bottom of being the person who wanted to coddle the weak.
Caught in the weed, 
Imma weed em out like imma fiend.
I’ve been freaking out about the leader we keeping up in the White House,
Been around and I’ve seen it.
She want the love without feeling defeated,
I beat it up.
Told em all to go and eat sum...
Y’all ain’t balling with the east sun?
Son you preach that peace then bleed sum,
Keep me someplace he can be gone.
I be on a different level like neo,
I neurologically seep on my mental.
Part of trio 
Yall get lost in (its real)
the shi I toss in (on the d low)
I throw a different kinda vibe hella often (but that me tho)

but she finna ride him i give em the love when I slide in that speedo.
Sippin on Titos, dipping Doritos...
f*ck you think this is? I got this shi by the kilo
And I ain't leaving Vegas till I win at Casinos.

He know that's the sh I'm on,
Onomatopoeia bomb- Blah blah was what you heard 
when they know that he wasn't wrong. (blah blah blah)
But I ain’t gone yet 
That rip gon make my lungs spit 
Yet I ain’t been a bit*h so pick me up and let that thong strip.
I spent too much, 
Don’t give no fucks until you mock him.
Ducking their Preposterous
Out of pocket imposters.

Hop on the track 
With the adlib in post production 
I’d be the admin in your production 
Dope in the asset is so productive 
Most are ducking payments or concussions.
Man I thought I had it bad when I looked back backwards thoughts I got lost in a book bag.
Never took that acid, accessed certain parts of my mind, don’t look there.
Cause I’m terrified of what I’ll find when I look inside of my mind; 
Don’t undermine me cause imma be fine with what I can’t be, 
Can we just rewind?
I ain’t gotta put it in a song yet 
How he gonna eat it? 
“You ain’t really mean enough to mob yet”
Honestly I’m beating my shit ding dong ditch

ding dong ditch

think ab it

Lyrics:

Okay y’all probably been looking
For the hops 
Im pocket pushing
Fuck a rock I cop the kush and get to smoking 
How we cooking?
Fuck the cops I’m back in motion 
Apply her back with lotion now we riding like a pilot flying shit over the ocean.
With a siren on my side 
impossible to find 
Cause nowadays I play my shit and stick in my mind
Im kinda faded but relate it, relatively I’m fine.
I fuck up on a beat and now we eating all the time
Wait how am I conceited if I leave it moderated?
Hating me cause I got peace
Come peak at own machination 
I got magic we can pass it in the basement 
She’s so elastic can ya match a certain wavelength
Ain’t got a side chick yeah I gotta main thang
And she a mean thang
I gotta stay present in case her mood change
Two things, no seven 
A clean good looking aesthetic 
A brother stayin breaded 
Yeah Ill cover you in butter 
Make a fucka diabetic 
Coward running under cover cause he know its automatically another win 
Takin different contraband 
Hoping I can make it to day I play a song for them
Growing everything I mean its all a different consciousness 
Talk this, talk that to evolve shit
I walked in, my bad, I had a long shift
I pop in tripped off another false mint.
I mock kids cause they feeling all that 
A botched fix lookin like a fuckin moth head shit
How the way we falling make another off set? 
Opportunity is calling, all in, or I lost that.
I thought that I had it but I’m leaving cause Im often an
Option and my friends fiend for a mosh pit
I lock in me, make a scene like a wrong clique.
Tricked my team for a mean slick hard lick.
Fuck my dream, imma scream in a coffin
Smokin on the weed gotta breathe cause I’m coughing 
Thought I had em beat with the heat but im bluffing 
Talk a lotta shit to shift em in a motion
I’m hoping I can make it to picture perfect life where I like myself and I fuck all night   
I might just help my bus get right
I cry, oh well, so tough like time.   
Okay y’all probably been looking
For the hops 
Im pocket pushing
Fuck a rock I cop the kush and get to smoking 
How we cooking?
Fuck the cops I’m back in motion 
Apply her back with lotion now we riding like a pilot flying shit over the ocean.
With a siren on my side 
impossible to find 
Cause nowadays I play my shit and stick in my mind
Im kinda faded but relate it, relatively I’m fine.
I fuck up on a beat and now we eating all the time
Wait


pocket pushin

LYRICS

Y’all ain’t fucking with the right vibe 
Got em in a new timeline 
It’s a hop skip jump to the moon I fly 
Came right back and brought a better map 
You better figure out if it’s another in the bag 
Covering the back 
Cooking up a rat
If you wanna track 
Get a grip and redact what you said 
Now I’ve been convinced that it’s all in my head 
Hold up i ain’t wanna trick y’all I just wanna vent 

Take it all for granted when I hand em all an envelope 
Better hope I’m happy in a caffeinated fit 
I really hit a low heaven knows where I been 
But I’m back talking my shit getting lit
Loving on my- talking to my- fucking on a bitch 
Shoulda left her when I realized what I regret, it’s nothing other than figment of a lens 
Looking through glass taking back innocent 
So far gone my songs amend 
When I where it on my wrist like an omnitrix 
I make hits y’all live in the oculus 
Finna fix my fist to your noggin, hit sense into your brain 
This a tune thing? 
Made a fool play 
The same game so long was I wrong to begin?
Cause I Never got along with you and all your friends.
I ain’t even smoke yet 
Cause I’m moving like a nomad 
Better write that shit down on your note pad 
Hype that hype that sounds cause he know that everyone around been proud just to know him 
Floating on the beat 
Choking on the weed 
Growing on the seed 
Never hide what you need 
I’m too fly to deny my dreams and y’all too kind  to pretend imma see it in the end 

Man we fighting 
And when I get involved, 
my writing makes three points three pronged trident
Hide this shit in my likeness 
I’m pissed none of my songs been type shit 
Damn 
I ain’t gotta plan but I cram this brain full of ram huh
Can I get a brand new day for the man? Yuh
Hit a new spot, fuse blades in my hand maintain my aim cause I make what I am.
When I lay this late yall take what you can but I break in the face when I pray to the brand 
I ain’t talking cause I prove pain 
I’m usian 
I’m Bruce Wayne 
My speed consumes like the moon on the lake 
Smoke keef make room in the room for my babe 
Y’all sleep im too into being wake 
I ain’t talking bout a coffin but I’m mobbing to the bank 
I could rob em we could block from unlocking all the pay 
Can ya pocket pocket watches
Without mocking on my name?
Fuck a lotta fuckin models fuckin round a fucking fake 
Some saint that I though I was
Now I’m running from my fate and a bottom up 
Toche my cane keep a body up 
Too late my mane needs a lotta love
Thought of us when I got to pushing on pot of kush game 
Push lame ass lanes in the book I’m cooked
She shook that ass in my face 
I could break her back take her back my place
I could make a map without asking for the paint
Bruh

timeline

All that I wanna do is get high 
So what I oughta do is go smoke 
been at the bottom but the top neigh 
I’m hype for me cause all of its close 
Y’all really rocking with him? 
I might be gone next week she onto my goals 
I hope you see up into my mind 
My sky been clouded, all of this dope.
So well rounded 
Y’all triangle 
Angled down it 
sang the same notes 
Now I’m sounding like a tango 
Take him out and switch the main flow 
I hate hoes who paint those lame old pictures 
She got measures 
I got textures 
Put my treasure on my boats 
Watch him flow 
Do the most 
She killin goats
And I ain’t talking metaphors 
Yeah this that shit you can’t ignore 
It should have clicked but I adored that bitch too much and now I’m poor bruh
Huh poured all my money up into a cunt 
isn’t funny I’m funding a bump 
running so fast I came back to the blunt 
And lit it my spliff is so bright it’s a sun
Am I regretting?
Ya Caught him back pedaling 
Medaling rocking the better win catching the punt 
Ever been living in something you’re not? 
Cause I’ve been forgiving it’s still not enough
It’s still not enough 
I cut em all out and then call on they bluff 
the very day she let em all fuck
And then called me gay, I’m ok with the front 
Butt the back tho 
I just wanna smoke my hash bro 
If you didn’t know that Afro man been there straight filling my stash hoe 
Hoes been scared ever since my dad loaned me that 20 dollar bill and got a Mac Pro
Which cup you wanna fill? 
Is it that low?
Hold me accountable and lower me a rope
I don’t wanna doubt it anymore so choke 
Better get lit I’m livin on smoke 
Better save this im holding out hope for u


clouded

Butterfly Man