Blink Twice (feat. Ken Samson)

I'm 'bout to Break bread with the enemies 'Bout to find out if I'm really better but I better be 'Cause if they spit it and I'm with it then I'll let 'em be Don't want no smoke 'cause I'm tryna be a better me I better see a 100k on my desk I gotta flex Wear a 100 chains on my chest These fuckin' squares better circle up and cut my cheques They tryna buy me 'cause I got next I got 20 thousand coming for a verse though Tried to trip me up but I really came in first though I'm the type of motherfuckin' nigga with a fur coat I'm the type of motherfucker drive a twin turbo Herbal, rolled up in a element I be spittin' venom when I kill 'em for the hell of it I got hella loud, and she want me to sell a bit She said she like my song but I got hella shit I used to be a miskeen guy Miskeen creps with a miskeen ride Then I had a vision, couple years go by Now I'm really living like a dream so I wake up With a motherfuckin' blunt on the table Spark that shit, then I smoke it to the face so I can levitate, never wait on a payroll I believe in fate 'cause I make it when I say so Wait though I got problems now Fake niggas tryna make it off my sound Fake bitches tryna know where I be now All because I'll make a milli from a hobby now Make a milli from the track Spend a milli on the loud Trust me I got hella millis coming in n out Its not about the money bitch, that's not what I'm about Nah that's not what I'm about So fuck what you heard 'cause I'm moving like a fuckin' loose cannon Your boo fannin' when the Bentley coupe standin' Off the coast of Morocco Better call up Blacko Better let him know that I'm the motherfuckin' Chapo Drop hoes, in an instant Blink twice, and she missed it She got a new man, he's a dipshit You can't tell me nothin' about this shit But she gon' follow her addiction Find another man that she can live with Find another me who never did shit She just need the dollar for the wishlist She said that cash rules everything around her problems Cream get the money so that maybe she could solve 'em I told her baby this ain't nothin' and I got it Said I like her dress even thought I fuckin' bought it Hold up, didn't she know me before the fame? Didn't she tell me that she ain't really tryna get paid Off the verses that I made where I talk about my days And I write about this bitch and I'm losing it like may-day Hey wait, why she lose it when I say Drake? Why she only fuckin' with me on my pay day? What would Ye say? Too many rappers treat the motherfuckin' studio like it's a fuckin' playdate Wait wait, what these fakes tryna say say? Why these beggars coming my way way? All they really droppin' is the hate And I'm never fuckin' late when I say that I Drop hoes, in an instant Blink twice, and she missed it She got a new man, he's a dipshit You can't tell me nothin' about this shit But she gon' follow her addiction Find another man that she can live with Find another me who never did shit She just need the dollar for the wishlist