Lemon Grass - Bishop Nehru

Hey man if Bishop calls or if he comes tell him I ain’t here

Why, you don’t like Bishop no more?

Why you asking so many questions man?

Cause I like Bishop!

Why?

Cause he’s cool!

He’s cool huh?

Well you just tell Mr. Cool Man if he calls or comes by that I

ain’t here

See now a lot of people ain’t impressed I know

Cause I’m 15 rapping and the kid ain’t got no flow

You bozo’s drowning in the words I’m spitting

So get the row boat, cause the stream don’t worry bout?

Cause they loco and my mojo is so pro

Yet I’m loco and still strive for more glow

But your ho know that I’m up next, she undressed

Showing her breasts, getting ready for sex

It’s like that when you closer to the cash

The broads that used to laugh are ready to give you ass

It’s nothing new, it’s something you get accustomed to

When people start feeling your crew

Or feeling the moves that you making

So please don’t be mistaken the game is what I’m taking

I’m patient cause other dudes really ancient

And really ain’t shit, they basic

Minds vacant, my rhymes sacred and I aim straight for greatness

I’m all about my cash and my cream and the dream

Cause it’s all a nigga need on the thing

You lose in the booth, I’m the truth

Yeah, I’m young, you my motherfucking seed

I fiend fitteds, stay green in kicks

Ain’t worried bout none of these greasy chicks

Cause all they want is the cash when you get close

And all they see is the cash when you get close

I spit facts

You spit shit no one reacts to

Just had to let you know your rhymes wack dude

I’m passed you, matter fact I’m on a scaffold

It’s mad true don’t act like I ain’t catch you

There’s mad clues cause you claiming you had rare jewels

And tattoos, when I seen you, you ain’t have two

You have to cut the bullshit now

Your profile is wild

My pro styles is wild

People know it, they just don’t show it

They try to hold it most bitches

My hold is boasting

And leave their devotion and commotions

I’m still hoping that Hova hear me flowing

And know that I’m cold from the go

And that I’m chasing the gold

And the gold with the golden globes are so so

When a nigga scope, tryna get in the scope

And get scoped by interscope

I’m all about my cash and my cream and the dream

Cause it’s all a nigga need on the thing

You lose in the booth, I’m the truth

Yeah, I’m young, you my motherfucking seed

I fiend fitteds, stay green in kicks

Ain’t worried bout none of these greasy chicks

Cause all they want is the cash when you get close

And all they see is the cash when you get close