Hajimoro by The Lord (Rapper) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Smoke Sativa in Shanghai
Bitches callin' me Shuài
And I ain’t got no wings
Bitch, I’m always fly
Nah, Ion’t fuck with chickens
But they covered in Thai
I gave ‘em all vegetable oil
'Cause these niggas is fried
Like some overcooked steak
All these niggas is dry
Baby, almost doesn’t count
But it’s good that you tried
I got all these rappers towed
'Cause they ain’t got drive
And I keep bout three hoes
So they callin’ me pi
Said, they don’t want me
Put the fuckin’ moves on ‘em
They better keep it on wax
Like a eardrum
You know I got a lot of bread
But I don’t leave crumbs
And all my raps in mint condition
Like we chewin’ gum
Don’t ride the short, yellow bus
But my flow dumb
Got an abundance of disposable income
Anesthesiologist cause I got ‘em numb
All these niggas is some suckers
Call ‘em Dum Dums
Plus I’m locked away in prison
'Cause I stole his bitch
I just handle business
Like it is a sales pitch
You a ugly little t(r)oll
Where the fuck’s the bridge?
They call my wrist Perry
'Cause it’s colder than a fridge
[Verse 2]
Niggas couldn’t even see me
If they had 20 vision
This piece is a Buddhist
Even though I am a Christian
They want me teach ‘em how
But I keep my secrets hidden
Went to jail for stealin’ bitches
So please pay me a visit
She give me more brain
Than the Office of Admissions
Call her The Head Doctor
But she ain’t a physician
And you know that I ball
Like a player on the Pistons
I got more drive
Than a six-speed transmission
I keep a pink slip
'Cause I stay giving evictions
Went to trial for stealin’ bitches
But I ain’t get a conviction
Enrolled her in rehab
'Cause my dick is her addiction
Bitch, I am Jesus
But there ain’t no crucifixion
I look like young Mike
When he was back in the Five
I bet you ain’t know the Lord
You worship’s alive
I stay chewin’ these rappers
So I’m callin’ ‘em Stride
I notice that they lost
I bet they glad I’m the guide
My bank account on Rick Ross
I ain’t never denied
And nigga I’m the boss
But I see you applied
Sorry, I don’t mean to floss
But I’m cleaner than Tide
They want me on the cross
But I’m the Lord that won’t die
[Bridge]
Yo
I’m the lord that won’t die
They want me on the cross
But I’m the Lord that won’t die
Bank account on Rick Ross
I ain’t never denied
And we ain’t washing clothes
But I’m cleaner than Tide
[Verse 3]
They all know better
It’s a no chill zone
Yeah, I fuck with bitches
'Cause they like to play with bones
I’m the one and only
Bet not catch you with no clone
They wanna keep my seat warm
But they can’t sit on my throne
I got a lot of money
I be giving banks a loan
Got the gb out
I get higher than a drone
I called a foul ball
But they ain’t pick up the phone
To get me outta here
They gone need some acetone
Smoke Sativa in Shanghai
Bitches callin' me Shuài
And I ain’t got no wings
Bitch, I’m always fly
Nah, Ion’t fuck with chickens
But they covered in Thai
I gave ‘em all vegetable oil
'Cause these niggas is fried
Like some overcooked steak
All these niggas is dry
Baby, almost doesn’t count
But it’s good that you tried
I got all these rappers towed
'Cause they ain’t got drive
And I keep bout three hoes
So they callin’ me pi
Said, they don’t want me
Put the fuckin’ moves on ‘em
They better keep it on wax
Like a eardrum
You know I got a lot of bread
But I don’t leave crumbs
And all my raps in mint condition
Like we chewin’ gum
Don’t ride the short, yellow bus
But my flow dumb
Got an abundance of disposable income
Anesthesiologist cause I got ‘em numb
All these niggas is some suckers
Call ‘em Dum Dums
Plus I’m locked away in prison
'Cause I stole his bitch
I just handle business
Like it is a sales pitch
You a ugly little t(r)oll
Where the fuck’s the bridge?
They call my wrist Perry
'Cause it’s colder than a fridge
[Verse 2]
Niggas couldn’t even see me
If they had 20 vision
This piece is a Buddhist
Even though I am a Christian
They want me teach ‘em how
But I keep my secrets hidden
Went to jail for stealin’ bitches
So please pay me a visit
She give me more brain
Than the Office of Admissions
Call her The Head Doctor
But she ain’t a physician
And you know that I ball
Like a player on the Pistons
I got more drive
Than a six-speed transmission
I keep a pink slip
'Cause I stay giving evictions
Went to trial for stealin’ bitches
But I ain’t get a conviction
Enrolled her in rehab
'Cause my dick is her addiction
Bitch, I am Jesus
But there ain’t no crucifixion
I look like young Mike
When he was back in the Five
I bet you ain’t know the Lord
You worship’s alive
I stay chewin’ these rappers
So I’m callin’ ‘em Stride
I notice that they lost
I bet they glad I’m the guide
My bank account on Rick Ross
I ain’t never denied
And nigga I’m the boss
But I see you applied
Sorry, I don’t mean to floss
But I’m cleaner than Tide
They want me on the cross
But I’m the Lord that won’t die
[Bridge]
Yo
I’m the lord that won’t die
They want me on the cross
But I’m the Lord that won’t die
Bank account on Rick Ross
I ain’t never denied
And we ain’t washing clothes
But I’m cleaner than Tide
[Verse 3]
They all know better
It’s a no chill zone
Yeah, I fuck with bitches
'Cause they like to play with bones
I’m the one and only
Bet not catch you with no clone
They wanna keep my seat warm
But they can’t sit on my throne
I got a lot of money
I be giving banks a loan
Got the gb out
I get higher than a drone
I called a foul ball
But they ain’t pick up the phone
To get me outta here
They gone need some acetone