We gon be okay
I promise
Excess audible thoughts tryna get a bag quick
Really felt loss then the needy bag hit
Naddy broadcast, then Naddy got lit
Hope out the casket, sh#t passin, fasten
Lil gasses tint my lips
Acting a fool? Tool packed, automatic
So less you ain’t f#ckin then get off my dick
[It’s my f#cking LIFE. Anybody who tells me different can shut the f#ck up. Y’all don’t KNOW me.
F-F-F-F-F-F-F-f#ck it, I’ll get it myself
b#tch I’m a fairy
But you ain’t a god
So you can’t be giving me hell
Pickup this hobby and start making bodies
I’m doing this sh#t for my health
Pickup the burner and metal, connect it, your sh#t isn’t doing to well
[Awh, sh#t
Show ’em the Jesus piece; he feelin compelled
Heat is egregious
Steel with a drum is a tropical buffet, I’ll hit ’em with shells
Big rounds light up the wall like film reels [Ay
Clip in his head and he dealt with [Uh
Talk bout your ice you get melted [Uh
Arms got him locked; full nelson [Uh]
Bug backed up like first in the decks, I’m pulling cards with a sleight [Uh
Handle a loss with grace? b#tch I just move with the L’s like “nice.” [Uh
Integrating some truth when I write, cuz lying won’t help me improve on the mic [Uh
He tryna skate with the whites? Type-shit probably ruin your life [Uh]
[JeeshVerse 2
You mean to tell me that you up in everyone’s business how you ‘on the block-‘
Boy you just sipping some c#ck through with silliest straw
You want the bag then be patient and wait ’till your payday wears off
I was just mindin my business until I finessed, then I had a brilliant thought
I looked around at my peers tryna do what I do and said really, it’s hard? [What?]
I think these
Wannabe wanna be joshin’ and I got the comedy under me and the harmony that everybody wanna see [Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop
Stomping a p#ss# brotha up one at me [Drop, drop, drop, drop
Keep a killa around me and we got nothin in common [Nothin at all!]
[Wait
Rain check when I pull up [Huh?
Shit’s what you full of
When they called you were nowhere
How you gon tryna be a man when you won’t hold that [b#tch!
Boy, that you dropping I don’t give a f#ck [I don’t care
I wouldn’t pledge nobody my soul
Youngins’ I ain’t gon know what they owe
So I’m gon be getting detached from my woes
You wanna work and get close [poof
But sooner or later I pass you then I’mma be ghost [that’s true
Two weeks later you’re calling me foe [facts
I already know
Can already tell [it’s crazy
Goons pack the pistol up, on god they shoot it as well. [*gun sounds*
Lookin like Clay drop mans fodder and that Angel for living in hell [Bah bah bah bah
I could take parts from people that don’t advertise and I’ll make that sh#t sell [Yessir!
Cuz I been stuck with knowing dumb sh#ts like you way more than I know myself [fax, fax, fax…]
Had to pack the punches, cuz this sh#t was a trip
Had to learn a way to shoot ’em, [Huh?] and yes I’m talkin clips [Pew!
‘stead of sitting round on my #ss, I like standing up when I spit [I do!
Came from doing chores for myself
Now I got hitters ‘cross my list, b#tch!
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