Caution
Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
That 2 cents will probably end up costing you
Better treat me like I'm Moses when I'm walking through
Bro you can't even get your crew to follow you
Talk correct like some auto tune
Or just set sail like a yacht or canoe
Heard you talking shit when I'm not in the room
Nigga no excuses, please don't act confused
I'm never alarmed, the competition on snooze
But there's no competition and no way I could lose
And no ties, these are slip on shoes
Taking a trip on some shrooms and a cruise
Always prepared like a knife in my boot
But I do just fine with a mic and a booth
I actually got a few, it's cool I could just choose
I was raised in the stu, Will and B knows its true
To tell the truth I miss the mariachi group
I reminisce about playing house of blues, and how we got flown out to Texas
This was right before I started fucking round with nexus
I remember waking up for the breakfast, continental buffet I had seconds
The times I wasn't stressing. Forgot to count my blessings
But lord knows I failed math twice, wait no three times, yeah I said I failed math right?
I'm just giving you the facts, I probably shouldn't and just act right, rap right?
You don't need to know my private life, theres a reason why it's privatized
I ain't tryna be no socialite, just a little transparent like a poltergeist
I'm just trying to get deeper than a shoulder rub, but they don't like it when you show them up
That's the shit that makes them want to hold a grudge
And now they hope you overdose when you pouring up
Same people use to show me love, but couldn't see your true colors till was grown enough
Didn't know who to trust, it's a shame I chose you to trust
You portray me as the bad guy, to tell the truth I am that guy
And All I see is red so if I'm coming for your head imma put your ass to bed like it's nap time
Who the fuck you think you're talking to
Better treat me like a god I'll demolish you
I didn't even want to have to talk to you, but Brandon said it's only fair that I caution you
Who the fuck you think you're talking to, better treat me like a god I'll demolish you
I didn't even want to have to talk to you, but I think it's only fair that I caution you
That 2 cents will probably end up costing you
Better treat me like I'm Moses when I'm walking through
Bro you can't even get your crew to follow you
Talk correct like some auto tune
Or just set sail like a yacht or canoe
Heard you talking shit when I'm not in the room
Nigga no excuses, please don't act confused
I'm never alarmed, the competition on snooze
But there's no competition and no way I could lose
And no ties, these are slip on shoes
Taking a trip on some shrooms and a cruise
Always prepared like a knife in my boot
But I do just fine with a mic and a booth
I actually got a few, it's cool I could just choose
I was raised in the stu, Will and B knows its true
To tell the truth I miss the mariachi group
I reminisce about playing house of blues, and how we got flown out to Texas
This was right before I started fucking round with nexus
I remember waking up for the breakfast, continental buffet I had seconds
The times I wasn't stressing. Forgot to count my blessings
But lord knows I failed math twice, wait no three times, yeah I said I failed math right?
I'm just giving you the facts, I probably shouldn't and just act right, rap right?
You don't need to know my private life, theres a reason why it's privatized
I ain't tryna be no socialite, just a little transparent like a poltergeist
I'm just trying to get deeper than a shoulder rub, but they don't like it when you show them up
That's the shit that makes them want to hold a grudge
And now they hope you overdose when you pouring up
Same people use to show me love, but couldn't see your true colors till was grown enough
Didn't know who to trust, it's a shame I chose you to trust
You portray me as the bad guy, to tell the truth I am that guy
And All I see is red so if I'm coming for your head imma put your ass to bed like it's nap time
Who the fuck you think you're talking to
Better treat me like a god I'll demolish you
I didn't even want to have to talk to you, but Brandon said it's only fair that I caution you
Who the fuck you think you're talking to, better treat me like a god I'll demolish you
I didn't even want to have to talk to you, but I think it's only fair that I caution you
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Writer(s): Kirkland Jaxon
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