DESCRIPTION:
Second official TGA single from upcoming album "Glass Ceiling"

Stream this track here:
https://soundcloud.com/thegreeneryacademy/the-greenery-academy-galactic

For Booking: thegreeneryacademy@live.com
Shot & Edited by: Uncle Luc
Directed by: The Greenery Academy
Produced by: Truhble Kelp

--Lyrics--

(Chorus)
Like ho' don't ask me me questions
Cause I got it figured out
I read ya'll like a textbook
I know exactly what you bout'
(Verse)
Ticking my patience I'm ready to blow
got em', i shot em', now where did he go
my ego evolves
in face of the false
like nigga you know me not really at all
living your life & you get no results
fuck what you say I don't hear when you talk
the reason my shit gotta start with a king
reminding you niggas you can't fuck with him
and yeah I be puffing that potent but focused like adderall doses
a shortage of fortunes got me soaring oceans looking for the treasure
a pirate address ya', I take what I came for
niggas don't want it when I get to flowing
unfolding the phony no phone when you phone me
I'm intergalactic, you minimal fraction
Im indigo bracket, "this triple beam"
whenever I see you act cool lil buddy
with these fucking bars I can rip through your stomach
I ain't fucking nothing, your bitch I don't want it
I'm high off the drugs and they keep me above this
the most elevated, the noble creative
the numerous haters, do numerous favors
you talk about my shit that just keeps me in rotation
you stupid lil nigga go and check your behavior; AH!
(Chorus)
Like ho' don't ask me me questions
Cause I got it figured out
I read ya'll like a textbook
I know exactly what you bout'(x3)
like ho dont ask me questions
cause i got it figured out.
(Verse)
Lye be the musical nuisance
the ruthless, toothless, spitting my 2 cents
you can, fell the wrath of a hadouken
contemplate what you doing
looking like Ken in the cut boy I see that you spooking
don't give no fucks no my team we be gooking
musical cues I be hitting they soothing
they ain't believe me hold up let me prove it
(Slow Voice)
Pulling on that trippy stick
living like a hippy did
I pour a fifth and take a sip yeah
sip it out the chalice bitch
pop a tab and let it drip
and then I slowly stroke your chick ahh!
bringing the truhble, just ask my man Kelp
I'm screaming for help, feel like killing myself
but investing myself so attracting the wealth
the money I'm spending obtaining it back
I don't give a fuck if it's fat or it's flat
the music I'm making ain't making it clap
you talkin bout ass, that's why you be ass
I'm preaching philosophies into these raps
the knowledge within influencing the mass
demand for that music is bringing me cash
finally you know the future at last
for now I'm just lampin while puffin on grass
you think that you next but your music won't last
no dollar in the game ever gonna come fast
if your profit coming quick
prolly cause your place last....bitch
(Chorus)
Like ho' don't ask me me questions
Cause I got it figured out
I read ya'll like a textbook
I know exactly what you bout'