Lyrics

Bitch don't sleep on process You vs me? No contest You on beat? No context Me on beat? I'm god sent My flow is heavenly So in my presence you bow when step to me, hoe You are not in my pedigree Only with time I get better so let it be known I'm making my moves on my way to the throne I'm biding my time and collecting these stones So watch when I snap and you sit and relax And before you can act your career going ghost I'm talking phantom bitch Poltergeists in the room when I'm spazzing bitch If words could, kill it's a massacre On the highway to hell you my passenger Love they reaction, when they getting mad Hit stick em like madden then sip on my chalice I'm bumping that stanza, I sit like a king, like shit doesn't matter She kissing the ring, that ass gettin fatter I love when she sing, I feel like fiend, when killin the beat The illest alive, you know what mean The illest alive, you know what I mean Pass the baton Pass me a diaper so I can show you the shit that I be on I am a don Ain't that big of a dude but I'm still good like that nigga named Sean On a track with the Mind, food for the soul He chef it up, what's the specials tonight And I'm bringing the wine, cuz I can't help it I seem to be getting better with the time And I'm looking at the spot that you say is his And that shit is kinda looking more like it's mine Can't talk the business with you on the phone You gon have to get the fuck up off of my line And this is my moment, seize it and take it Ain't got no more time for no wishing and hoping I'm out in the open, ain't got many choices I put in the time, time for my promotion
Writer(s): Malcolm Livingston, Samuel Dorelien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out