Exodar – Handicapped
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Handicapped

Chorus:

I feel like the Memphis Grizzlies, imma ball out
You were talking trash straight to me, who on top now?
If you finna run up on me, you gonna fall down
You gonna fall down, these demons in bound
I’m on top now
I pull up with the Glock, no, you ain’t safe and sound
I started from the bottom, straight up from the ground
Look who’s still in the bottom, you still in the mounds

Verse 1:

It’s times like this I’m speechless
Cause this entire world is so senseless
All the whole world care about is mistresses
And if they a hit or miss
And if they live in a mansion down in Los Angeles
Like, what now? A rolly on they wrist?
All these girls are the same, I feel like an emo kid
I’m making all this green, I’m feeling like CeeLo, kid
While all you got is 10s, DeAndre Hopkins
I’m not handicapped, but I keep that cap handy
I’m not semistrapped, but I keep that strapped semi
I’m not abusive, but I beat up all the kitty
I’m not abusive, yeah, I’m not no R Kelly
But I’ll piss on your dead buddy
Just What I Am, I feel like Kid Cudi
I make 12 racks a day, I feel like Tom Brady
I keep putting it in eggs, feel like the Easter Bunny

Chorus:

I feel like the Memphis Grizzlies, imma ball out
You were talking trash straight to me, who on top now?
If you finna run up on me, you gonna fall down
You gonna fall down, these demons in bound
I’m on top now
I pull up with the Glock, no, you ain’t safe and sound
I started from the bottom, straight up from the ground
Look who’s still in the bottom, you still in the mounds

Verse 2:

All these bars, just come out, like a homosexual
She don’t want to do it, but she on her menstrual, though
She just throw it anywhere, everywhere, like Garoppolo
I know the NFL is having sex, cause I stop and go
Like right now she not my ex, but I could switch the hoe
Like right now my name is Jonah, I could Ochocinco
If you think I don’t make money, you don’t know me bro
All my relationships tough, I gotta tap the toes
I’m not handicapped, but I keep that cap handy
I might be intimate, ain’t for eternity
I feel like a cigarette, cause we only keep it litty
If you run up on me, your brain is a freaking pity
Shoutout J’Korri, but we finna make beef
He already a cow, just bring it to me please
I’ll kill you, kill you again, make you refried beans
And make you a sleepy thing

Chorus:

I feel like the Memphis Grizzlies, imma ball out
You were talking trash straight to me, who on top now?
If you finna run up on me, you gonna fall down
You gonna fall down, these demons in bound
I’m on top now
I pull up with the Glock, no, you ain’t safe and sound
I started from the bottom, straight up from the ground
Look who’s still in the bottom, you still in the mounds

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