Lyrics

Call me everything you like Except for ordinary Look I'm so deadass with the flow My home's the mortuary Bitch I don't have a discography It's a cemetery No necro but I got a fetish For what's dead and buried I'm killing shit With no remorse or second guesses It ain't enough numbers on earth For me to count my blessings How could you know me When you only ever seen my edges The grass is greener But it took some time to clear the hedges I'm just doing me profusely I don't turn a new leaf I just grow a new tree I get these lame brains Out the game like two T's I ain't never going broke As long as all my hoes got two knees I don't like to chase shit down Let it come to me I'm cool on my own I don't have a need for company I don't like to chase shit down Let it come to me I'm cool on my own I don't have a need for I don't take shit for granted Babe I just take it It ain't no telling What tools you may need to use to make it I got my chisel out I'm carving something in the matrix And even if I make a mistake That shit is blatant Do not bother me with frivolous endeavors I bust a move on you If you thought you was being clever This bitch tell me she doing her best Well do it better Cause when it come to dough I'm stacking digits and letters Like E-T-F I-R-A Got some bands off the yield from this H-Y-S-A See that's my circle of life I keep the papes in rotation And I stay behind these bars Them fucks is just on probation I don't like to chase shit down Let it come to me I'm cool on my own I don't have a need for company I don't like to chase shit down Let it come to me I'm cool on my own I don't have a need for company
Writer(s): Garry Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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