Finessin'

I pull up on yo block, finesse yo bitch
I ain't tolerate no damn snitch
I take you downtown, see how long you last
Afterwards, you be lucky to end up in a cast
I be finessin down every block
And if it goes wrong, I pull out the glock
I don't wear watches, I wear clocks
You be walking around in a pair of crocs
I came from nothin, look at me now
All this finessin, the Queen look like a clown
I lived in the hood, straight from inner cities
Even with no food, I still wasn't skinny
One day I decided I would end all my problems
Now I grind everyday, no more broken condoms
No more bringing a knife to the store
Because if I didn't, end up dead on the floor
No more finessin from anywhere with money
To provide for my struggling, hurting family
Now I'm on the way out, I grind every day
No more problems, everything will be okay
But after all these problems I learned to fight
I fuck you up if you come out at night
Come up to yo house, break and enter
Show that you aren't the attention center
Let's be honest, these problems helped me
I learned to fight so that I won't ever flee
Instead when you see me you go running
You be afraid that ur family will stop funding
Let's be honest, you never been on the grind
I'll take you out even if I was blind
You just leach off others, never given back
But yet you would never see me lack like that
I been through it all, so I know what to do
I can finesse anyone, maybe even you
The king like I'm from Akron
The chances of you winning is an uneven fraction
You know me I like the action
If you want to win you better have quick reaction
Every time I step on the scene I get mean, it feels like the same old routine
I'll wipe you out like Mr. Clean
You acting boujee why you look like a stain
If I gotta pop you I'll hit you in the brain
Coming in 100 pounds like a frieght train
Ice on my neck spent a hunnid on a chain
You know I that I go in I won't stop till I get it done
I will not stop finessin till the battle has been won
If I gotta drop a nigga imma pull up with a gun
I take this rappin stuff seriously this is not for fun
You think this is a game then you ain't in the picture
If You wanna battle me you gon have to think quicker
Your mind must be messed up from drinking all that liquor
You don't seem to be yourself how bout you have a snickers
If it's aight with you imma take your girl for the weekend
We gon hit the club up and imma hit from each end
All I do is dive I be goin in the deep end
And you still in the kidy why you always pretend



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Writer(s): .50 Cal
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