Scrimmage (Album Copy)

Yeah

Took a long break, but I'm back
This time I ain't never going no where again

We in this Bch for Life!

Look, Listen

Fold you like some Origami, then I spend a night the Somali's
Then I tell Drake to get me hip to the lingo, then throw a fking After Party
There's pretty tings on my Resumé. My debt is gone and now it's credit day
I'm training for the 4 quarters. I don't wanna be a mourner
I got mob plans at the dinner table and I tell them hit up Lenox Avenue
I breaking bread and dip it in some Maple. I'm making art like I tatted you
Free the homies in the box. Go Bananas with the Mopstick
I got Cuban Links with the Foreign Mink and I do the damage with the chopsticks
Blast, but I am no shooter, and my neck need a cooler
My flow cannot be any ruder. Washing with the Gold Loofah
Heaven Sent with my Intelligence. Rapping, I'm try'na excel in it
Go to the Ritz for the hell of it. Fake swear, "What the hellabit?"
Full down payment on a Wraith, then I'll fly in a girl thats from Malibu
Kissing ass is not a habit of mines, 'cuz I know when n*ggas count on you
Smoking loud with the Blockheads. Say my piece and then y'all drop dead
Watching broads leave me on read, then the next minute, hopping in my bed
Spitting image of a miracle. Stay away from the Venereal
Tell a badge "I ain't scared of you." "The firearm is why they fearing you"
I got the grammies on LD. Nothing y'all can ever tell me
Showing my talent to Mel B. Run drills like Odell B
Incense roaming through the room, spend a lot of racks to get myself groomed
And I tap dance in a pair of Stacy Adams on the roof yelling "God Rules!"
Now I'm posted at Planet Fitness. I'm getting ripped like I fking meant it
I do not do the Syringes. My lyrics on a bunch of Monkey Business
Bankrolls, I gotta check that. Calling, then Imma collect that
Being lazy, Imma deck that. Sorry, I cannot respect that
I almost got left back. In middle school, but I left that
Because the boy always got a goal and I told myself I can't accept that
My capacity is maxed out. Like my card from the last count
Scratch that, cuz I got it back up, 'cuz I'm sick of having mad droughts
Burb life is a guarantee. Y'all gon' have to fking bury me
I'm putting on for the 571, waste time when y'all cursing me
Burb life is a guarantee. Y'all gon' have to fking bury me
I'm putting on for the 571, waste time when y'all cursing me
Aye, aye, Imma bull, I agree
Skitit, skitit. And I know its meant to be
Aye, aye, Imma bull, I agree
Skitit, skitit. Tell me if its meant to be

You are now entering the 2nd half. Finesse!



Credits
Writer(s): Nyjel Ingram
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