David Letterman

When I talk they listen
When you talk it's bitching
The truth be coming like a beyblade the way they spin it
Plotting with my brothers, while I chuckle at your vision
Coz that new tune that you wrote is moving washed like dirty linen
Been a long time since I read them scriptures
God be sparing me all through my shady business
Relations with these women, need to change the way I'm living
Still I'm calling Dixon thinking how to make a killing
Yeah, My life can never be boring
She top me off in the morning
And so that's usually when you'll see me up and coming
Lustful but I love it
She told me bout her cousins
But in their social groups they ain't nothing but some busters
Damn
She try distract me from my plans
And that's because she likes what's in my hands
It be the same fuckin bitches from the gram
Now look at me, fuckin bitches from the gram, shame on me

Mob ties stronger than my family ones
Who knew your blood could be so cancerous
I've seen what that cancer does

Fuckin problems
I looked to mount Olympus for my callin
Hades said that's boring
And sent my enemies with a Trojan horse
You know suttin to go to war with
But that's another story
I rarely go deeper than the surface, so regardless of the bond I'm out of service

These niggas make me nervous
I'm tired of them hearses
I'm shaking off these curses
Wishful thinking in my verses

Loso buss his case so I ain't gotta schedule visits
Joey buss his case you'll catch him flossin in a minute
JBs in the city steady working on his riches
These already happened but there's more that's on my wish list

I need a fuckin therapist
The devils knockin for me saying let him in
He needs another host, David letterman

Chronic overthinker, turnt me to an over drinker
I don't feel your energy so no we can not link up
I keep it trilla, you need to hold your weight just like a chin up
Clocked the selfish people to get rid of
Now I see them watching from a distance
They don't want me balling like the clippers
Couldn't tell you what a risk was
They're too busy spending on a wristwatch
No reason to be pissed off, you left me with no options
Now I'm up in Chelsea, licking shots just like gudjonson

So I tell the barman I need some henny for the pain
I told him pour some more coz it still cuts deep
She wanna give the print inna ma tracksuit love
I wanna wind down but she so nasty
So I ignore everything I'm goin through now
And say I'm on my way To satisfy her needs