Duende

I waste all of my time On people who in the end never cared It's ok now I don't know what house you want me to Do I need you I'm better without you Fuck your man Imma fuck you better Let me grab your ass and pull you back like a tether I know your man be tripping he don't worship you And I forgot your name but you love me too You brag you're with me to your whole crew I know I'm great this shit ain't new And if I take her from you, what you gonna do I ain't got shit to lose you got shit to prove Talk All you wanna do is talk I get you ain't that busy, but I do a lot Look at how I handle music like this my baby All I got in my brain is which model Mercedes I want God damn I'm the best Go get that tattooed all across your chest Don't show me your music I know it's a mess Don't care for your numbers I'm never impressed Uh Want my respect If you ain't careful, don't give it then I'll just go stomp on your neck Ain't drop my best I'm talking up all of my shit and I won't take no god damn breath I'm counting back to nueve Back when he became duende We know that that shit a segue Your vanity making you lazy Talk talk you already know Punch em in the face before I'm switching up the flow I ain't really got the time or space to grow Cause I'm kneading dough Push out tracks To stack bread On the low Push you to the ledge and I ain't talking about the knife It's on sight Cause I'm coming for your head With the light Run you over cause like a deer you was frozen You been interfering with the ones who was chosen Wait What you be claiming You ain't do it, na na stop all that playing I'm running circles round rappers with feds I could hit up T and now your career is dead Call me Carti the way there's a whole lotta red involved When I get control and take over intercoms Shut down that ego, yo, keep it in check You ain't great as you say you are get that in your head You don't think I won't tell Watch it sink strip it sell Pour that drink take it down See her wink lift that gown Yo You could tell me million different things I block out what ain't me so ain't shit gonna change Ammo in gun fuck this game Imma rob it Three out the bank, I just made a deposit Want my respect If you ain't careful, don't give it then I'll just go stomp on your neck Ain't drop my best I'm talking up all of my shit and I won't take no god damn breath I'm counting back to nueve Back when he became duende We know that that shit a segue Your vanity making you lazy