Full Disclosure
All my raps come from true stories
I got ones I'll never tell
I sold bars to other Niggas
I got ones I'll never sell
All my niggas been in dumb shit
I got ones that's still in jail
All my bitches say they'll leave me
They come back it never fails (Nope)
Yeah it never fails
Watch your mouth before you cross us
Bunchy shell as hell
Westside yeah we shell as well
Niggas scared as hell
Hit his head and bail (Brrrt)
I don't move off all that tough shit
I like money, I like girls
All my thots be superficial
They like diamonds they like pearls
Yet I'm all about that woke shit
Yeah we come from different worlds
Keep them demons out my presence
Light the sage and let it burn (Tsss)
Usher let it burn
You can have her back this evening
Nigga wait yo turn
Move you feet and lose your feet
Them tables ain't gone turn
Some niggas ain't gone learn
Them niggas ain't gone earn
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
She make the call I come through wit the play
Say she can't wait so come do it today
Wanna be single but you in the way
I tell her go and put you in your place
I got way too much to do anyway
I don't want niggas all up in my face
Why would you tell him we fuck anyway
The pillow talk shit is a fucking disgrace
My hustlers poem put racks in my palm
Equipped wit the charm, to lit to be calm
A pleasure to all and any involved
I run it up while you running your lips
Niggas run game like you one of they chicks
I don't hear shit money up to my ears
You getn curved, and I'm straight like veneers
I got ones I'll never tell
I sold bars to other Niggas
I got ones I'll never sell
All my niggas been in dumb shit
I got ones that's still in jail
All my bitches say they'll leave me
They come back it never fails (Nope)
Yeah it never fails
Watch your mouth before you cross us
Bunchy shell as hell
Westside yeah we shell as well
Niggas scared as hell
Hit his head and bail (Brrrt)
I don't move off all that tough shit
I like money, I like girls
All my thots be superficial
They like diamonds they like pearls
Yet I'm all about that woke shit
Yeah we come from different worlds
Keep them demons out my presence
Light the sage and let it burn (Tsss)
Usher let it burn
You can have her back this evening
Nigga wait yo turn
Move you feet and lose your feet
Them tables ain't gone turn
Some niggas ain't gone learn
Them niggas ain't gone earn
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
She make the call I come through wit the play
Say she can't wait so come do it today
Wanna be single but you in the way
I tell her go and put you in your place
I got way too much to do anyway
I don't want niggas all up in my face
Why would you tell him we fuck anyway
The pillow talk shit is a fucking disgrace
My hustlers poem put racks in my palm
Equipped wit the charm, to lit to be calm
A pleasure to all and any involved
I run it up while you running your lips
Niggas run game like you one of they chicks
I don't hear shit money up to my ears
You getn curved, and I'm straight like veneers
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Harper, Nathan Lee Butcher
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