Donald Trump Verse

(album: Didn't Make The Cut - 2012)

I be in the studio
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, bro
Tryna get the tracks up
And the fanbase, still they break and blow
M-O-B, it's cake and dough
Sick but I ain't faking though
It's baking, bro
I'm looking for a princess, not a vacant hoe
Blatant, though
Yes, I am a demon so beware
I've got niggas hating cause I ball
They pulling out their hair
This is all my candy, tell a stunter
I don't wanna share
You're a musical statue
So, bitch, go pull up a chair
I got girls that all be on me
Girls that wanna cheat on me
Girls that play their mind games
Like I'm not their base, no BSc
Girls that wanna CS me
Girls that try to BS me
I tell a bitch be rolling
If she ain't on head, no guillotine
Fakers I be chopping off
My parties are popping off
If I get a call and it's unknown
You dun know I be locking off
Bitches wanna hold my hand
All now that I be popular
Mad flow so out there, to see it
You don't need binoculars
Henney, blue Alizé
You mix it and you got the whole
[?] eating US candy
You can't get unless it's [?]
My life is on a level
That you'll never ever touch
You are on your toes
I've got a team of pros you'll never clutch