Lyrics

I got a few words to say that don't even involve her The bars that go spooky, make these other rappers startled Try and get on this level dude You and your little clique Banking of depressed attitudes But what really gets to me, is that I see no competition Best Vegas rapper, I must be the spitting image Cause you boys copy styles, you in a rush, why the hurry Shoot at each other, but shoot at me I'll pull a Fleury Marchessault, Schmidt, and even Karlsson Ask myself why the hell is all this bottled in Like I'm pissed at the world, pissed at these girls, but why They do me wrong but when I react they act surprised Like why you do that Why he hate me Why every time you have a comeback What's been urking you lately Well everything been kind of downhill to be honest The juice that I had is turning to gin n tonics I'm maturing and those around me aren't as motivated I'm pulling the strings, but it takes more to orchestrate it Not everything always needs to be drunk or get faded Wanna look back on these memories, and be proud to replay them Not like when he cried in 2016 I stoped fucking with homie who always smoking weed And I always call out dude, who vaulted my interview But bridges always burn, when you got nothing to lose Lose, use These bars as confessions Ever since I lost B.F been more aggressive And every time I reflect on present intentions I have to stop myself and ask if I lost connection But I got Ego, gets me level headed Without big dog, would've done some shit I regretted He taught me humility, and avoid insecurities Block off sheeple talk and do shit with certainty That's why every shot I talk I do with precision And every time you see me, I'm always with the Vision All them dudes I'd go and take a bullet for They can't handle the heat so we never pass the torch But these collectives that want us, work like teens at burger joints Quick to place the finger, instead of getting to the points And as I see the world, for exactly what it is I can see why every artist is so quick enough to quit Cause of jealous hating, but your life is so sorry Let me go RSVP to your fucking pitty party On that Luis shit, drop knowledge on self confidence Never self doubt, speaking like its common sense But common friends I gotta bless the team up Don't ever do a redo We just do re-ups Hot speakers Bless your ears with shit I been through Ask what my message is and now I'll tell you Don't take shit from no one, superiors or peers Shitty situations will forever be here And don't blame no one at all, when you fault or lose control Just pad yourself down, like you go with the flow Cause someones always watching, weather hate or inspired And to someone you'll always either be trash or admired But its all opinionated, thinking they know whats good Hell I bet they'd probably suck their own dicks if they could See It's 2018 why they still acting hood Doin ignorant shit, they should be back doin school Which is ironic coming from someone who was a dropout But once they graduate, they'll be seeing whose hot now I'm Self Sufficient, I'm always quick to take action Wanna stash the bag, weather paper or plastic En route to fantastic, we'll see whose popping soon The way we play this game, we don't follow any rules Stewart Ave
Writer(s): David Pataconi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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