Muddy

Yeah, Red Line on the T, bumping Big Simma Too much "Sup" and not enough dinner All these cups got me feeling like a winner True fact spitter and real life liver God, someone draw up the spinners Pour out the Dom and let it fizzle Talk down? Nah, not even a little Can't hear battle, I'm Northside sizzle Man, of course I'm with 'em What's that saying, "Can't live with 'em? Can't live without 'em?" More like, "I don't even got to talk about 'em" Yeah, you agg' then ask her Fam go blast, why, fam go NASA Don't know what the sign is kind of like Vicks but I don't do yards as a passer And it's too much sauce for the pasta And the fye too much for me to drag on And the goggles came with the jacket And my honey dress too crispy 'Cause the preppy ting too minty Better press me or come off prissy With the way I cook, I'm Bam Bam With the way I spit, I'm Simbi Yeah, you get me when I say you wispy? 'Cause if I keep you around, it's risky Living life how I'm supposed to 'cause the "miss me's" end up slippery And I'm so far gone when it hits me Woy, the mojito is a toss up Need The Blueprint played out in my mansion and my intro songs all talk up And the styro way too muddy He could say he way too lit but he was never ever gonna match this, was he? Memory blurry when the shit's not fuzzy Telling me words when our shit's not buddy Still not done 'til my feet sandy I hate wine unless it's dutty, yuh And every time you try fi build it up Dem try hard fi bring you down Sometimes you feel like giving up Wax that, go tell NME, 'cause you not a friend to me Sometimes I might be introvert but I see her, I'm volunteer, mans Tennessee Damn, let me be, I'm next to see and these ain't no Warby's The hindsight is twenty, I'll say again 'cause I'm cracking a forty She looking back, she adore me Changing the weather to stormy Doggy, I'm playing when she feeling (huh, huh, huh) Doggy, you know this shit playing when she feeling sort of, kind of like she don't know how to phrase it Look what the sound just gave us, I'm tryna bounce the bass in What she allow you lately? What you amount to lately? Me? It's amount, amount, amount, amount, amount, amount Okay, okay, I'm sounding crazy But look at the ground we making Feel where I'm 'bout to take it Look at the Crown they gave us Got me wondering, how ugly does it get? I was really tryna give, forgive, forget I was counting on at least a huddle up but no one even ever playing up to this Maybe I should give these thumbs a fucking rest I know you could never ever subtle flex Compliments is always whispered to the chef That's how I know I'm never going deaf Aye, aye Yeah, don't know Aye