Talk
I'm the scumbag that you think in your head
When you think about all the shit you ain't did
Said sorry but frankly I meant what I said
And I said what I meant
You can seal in cement what I send because I'm crazy
Drunk messages coming out clear like "hmm" maybe
I should be lit
A little more because right now
This shit is fading
No contemplating, when there's no use debating
The fucking greatness when it comes off of Henny
Or Jd baby
So why am I so impatient
Gotta stop the pacing
So with godly graces
"Imma" have to make it
And I saw
(He) left an arrow sitting in the fucking same direction of the way we facing
So we have to trace it
I'll keep my concentration
I'm raw
(Let' Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way they talk about it
Ain't a problem that we cant go conquer on them
Said well get it we'll get it
We'll cross the border
Or we'll show up in London "tryna" cross the water
Come to give em torture on our way to fortune
Come in easy like we fucking broke the door-hinge
Said you people so fucking corny
Fruity rappers spit trash like they peel an orange
(Let's go)
Motherfucker catch a misdirection
Like a smith and Wesson pointed up at your head
But come to find out that shit was empty man
You got clowned by what wasn't there
(Uh) I'm feeling tempted to release my envy
In the form of heavy artillery
Armed up (Yeah)
With the bracings and shit my hearts racing again
While my brain gets it and it trains to invent
A new way to get big
And for me to impress with the way that I spit
But dawg lately said it is what is
For me to push through and go make up my "biz"
"Imma" have to trade in some more time and more checks
And more late nights alone up at the crib
And fuck it (Yeah)
(You know I'm in)
But at what cost
And can I make up again for the time lost
Man I feel like a time bomb
Should I keep stay up and just jotting up each song
Just put it my phone
Hell yeah I grind
I really hope my life long
Because I've got some shit to say within my right to
And I'll ball till the lights on
In due time
"Imma" leave your mind blown
(Let's Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way they talk about it
Ain't a problem that we cant go conquer on them
Said we'll get it we'll get it
We'll cross the border
Or we'll show up in London tryna cross the water
Come to give em torture on our way to fortune
Come in easy like we fucking broke the door-hinge
Said you people so fucking corny
Fruity rappers spit trash like they peel an orange
(Let's go)
Said I'm ripping this shit
While I'm picking the pen
Up out of the grass
And I'm picking it...
Nah I'm fucking with you
Songs over
No more of that shit
(Website)
"ØSAAT"
When you think about all the shit you ain't did
Said sorry but frankly I meant what I said
And I said what I meant
You can seal in cement what I send because I'm crazy
Drunk messages coming out clear like "hmm" maybe
I should be lit
A little more because right now
This shit is fading
No contemplating, when there's no use debating
The fucking greatness when it comes off of Henny
Or Jd baby
So why am I so impatient
Gotta stop the pacing
So with godly graces
"Imma" have to make it
And I saw
(He) left an arrow sitting in the fucking same direction of the way we facing
So we have to trace it
I'll keep my concentration
I'm raw
(Let' Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way they talk about it
Ain't a problem that we cant go conquer on them
Said well get it we'll get it
We'll cross the border
Or we'll show up in London "tryna" cross the water
Come to give em torture on our way to fortune
Come in easy like we fucking broke the door-hinge
Said you people so fucking corny
Fruity rappers spit trash like they peel an orange
(Let's go)
Motherfucker catch a misdirection
Like a smith and Wesson pointed up at your head
But come to find out that shit was empty man
You got clowned by what wasn't there
(Uh) I'm feeling tempted to release my envy
In the form of heavy artillery
Armed up (Yeah)
With the bracings and shit my hearts racing again
While my brain gets it and it trains to invent
A new way to get big
And for me to impress with the way that I spit
But dawg lately said it is what is
For me to push through and go make up my "biz"
"Imma" have to trade in some more time and more checks
And more late nights alone up at the crib
And fuck it (Yeah)
(You know I'm in)
But at what cost
And can I make up again for the time lost
Man I feel like a time bomb
Should I keep stay up and just jotting up each song
Just put it my phone
Hell yeah I grind
I really hope my life long
Because I've got some shit to say within my right to
And I'll ball till the lights on
In due time
"Imma" leave your mind blown
(Let's Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way that they talk
I like their angered response
(Let's Go)
I like their nasty remarks
That only means that I'm smart
(Let's Go)
I like the way they talk about it
Ain't a problem that we cant go conquer on them
Said we'll get it we'll get it
We'll cross the border
Or we'll show up in London tryna cross the water
Come to give em torture on our way to fortune
Come in easy like we fucking broke the door-hinge
Said you people so fucking corny
Fruity rappers spit trash like they peel an orange
(Let's go)
Said I'm ripping this shit
While I'm picking the pen
Up out of the grass
And I'm picking it...
Nah I'm fucking with you
Songs over
No more of that shit
(Website)
"ØSAAT"
Credits
Writer(s): Drew Ball
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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