Lyrics

I got no problem with honesty Straight from the heart on the hardest beats Lotta these copy's and wannabes having me board with the game no monopoly Hotter than Curry So I went and shot the 3 Freddie Krueger if they wanna sleep Getting messy moolah from the lottery Put in my two cents So nobody stopping me Y'all stupid ain't using it properly Hit your medulla so hard make you wanna think After acid tripping And them bad decisions That creep back up and haunting you constantly Not a boss you just got some autonomy Sorry rappers owe apologies To the coliseum when there not a peep Cuz your anthems all got em like Colins knee They can't stand you Think all your bitches is ran through And all of em flex on the gram when the cameras out Cause that's what vanity can do I ain't judging cuz I'll do the same on occasion But face it goddamn it I am cute But I'm still with them sticks like bamboo Tell your mans move 'Fore he get his head wet up like shampoo Fist clenched since a kid been a handful Sixth sense lemme switch when they stand still When I scribble I'm splitting the damn quill Road running and tipping the anvil Off the cliff it might hit you and land smooth I don't pity your head in the sand dunes Flipping the hourglass I watch the city over candles As my grand view, Uh Brink of the skitz Making looney toons Still twisting a spliff like a rubik's cube Got the square in my hand when I'm losing cool Know the fair weather fans gonna boo at you When the heat check isn't humid too Taking deep breaths 'fore shoot the hoop (Yeah) Said I'm genius And they knew it's true (What) Couldn't teach this like it's buellers school Catch me twisting up a finger this ain't ASL Haters fail to treat me like a stranger So they staying stale Made the bail Later from the clank and couldn't shake the 12 One hand on the 9 Check the time Gotta make a sale Boy I do this for the have nots And every shorty without ass shots I got the proof in the back drop Put on the suit like a mascot And I'm living in the same place That fucked around and got my dad shot I put the pain in a backwood I ain't stopping til I'm back top I can't save you from a wager Time to settle up, yeah I'm embracing all the danger think I said enough of Gettin faded at the dager I ain't tell em nothin Picking craters out your face That's how I got it bussin'
Writer(s): Deandre Easterling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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