Intersect
Seen some niggas go off the deep end
I pree the niggas who wanna see him fall
I'm OD when it comes to the free pen
Others see him, say why I can't out-beat him
The cause, I outwork niggas in the pen gym
The time will come when a nigga could make M's, my flaws
I'm too confident no one could beat him
Come off arrogant sometimes when I'm speaking, I awe
Heat seeking, cock it back to whoever sing the pledge of allegiance
Pause
Listening to me is pleasing, and intriguing
You could paint the picture as I'm speaking, draw
Other niggas not MLB
These niggas mini me's
Fucking centipedes
Tryna envy me, lord
Snappin' on niggas like Mr Krabs
While they gettin' mad
Not touching bread
Nigga what's the clause, lord
But let's stop fuckin' wit' em
Rhyme like tunnel vision
No Kodak 'cause a nigga ain't the one for pictures
I just paint the bigger picture
Poor getting poor
While the rich getting richer, lord
Why they greedy for
I'm just tryna prevail in the world I came
The shit insane, how you gotta pave your lane
Like we ain't build this country
We gotta constrict again
They say the only way
We make money is off our fame, shit
Meet me in the west end
Niggas really in best end
You ain't got to lie, nigga
No one ain't ya best friend
Roll up on weekend
Nigga start the sequence
All up in database
And buried in the cement
Lost a couple soldiers
Put them in coffin
Some of natural causes
Others crime bosses
Shooting like it's Slauson
Cause of petty problems
Claim that ya smart
Now you just another lost one
How I do improve myself
Niggas wanna win
But a nigga won't lose to hell
John Cena with the title
And I won't lose the belt
You niggas fucking suck
Tell ya niggas how I really felt
Keanu with moves
Cause niggas stay shooting
Got the blueprints but I won't put the roof in
Who do I turn to when a nigga start losin'
Nigga we heard you
Why you think the crowd booing
Sending her a message with the XO
Beat up on her pussy let it dance like techno
I'm getting all this loot
And it's something I been loving
And a nigga got heat
Coming straight up out the oven
Call me Edward
Line 'em up for a culling
Said that I'm wack
Nigga you judging
I'm blocking the door
Ain't no way that I'm budgin'
Bitches be turkey
And I'll give 'em stuffin'
I pree the niggas who wanna see him fall
I'm OD when it comes to the free pen
Others see him, say why I can't out-beat him
The cause, I outwork niggas in the pen gym
The time will come when a nigga could make M's, my flaws
I'm too confident no one could beat him
Come off arrogant sometimes when I'm speaking, I awe
Heat seeking, cock it back to whoever sing the pledge of allegiance
Pause
Listening to me is pleasing, and intriguing
You could paint the picture as I'm speaking, draw
Other niggas not MLB
These niggas mini me's
Fucking centipedes
Tryna envy me, lord
Snappin' on niggas like Mr Krabs
While they gettin' mad
Not touching bread
Nigga what's the clause, lord
But let's stop fuckin' wit' em
Rhyme like tunnel vision
No Kodak 'cause a nigga ain't the one for pictures
I just paint the bigger picture
Poor getting poor
While the rich getting richer, lord
Why they greedy for
I'm just tryna prevail in the world I came
The shit insane, how you gotta pave your lane
Like we ain't build this country
We gotta constrict again
They say the only way
We make money is off our fame, shit
Meet me in the west end
Niggas really in best end
You ain't got to lie, nigga
No one ain't ya best friend
Roll up on weekend
Nigga start the sequence
All up in database
And buried in the cement
Lost a couple soldiers
Put them in coffin
Some of natural causes
Others crime bosses
Shooting like it's Slauson
Cause of petty problems
Claim that ya smart
Now you just another lost one
How I do improve myself
Niggas wanna win
But a nigga won't lose to hell
John Cena with the title
And I won't lose the belt
You niggas fucking suck
Tell ya niggas how I really felt
Keanu with moves
Cause niggas stay shooting
Got the blueprints but I won't put the roof in
Who do I turn to when a nigga start losin'
Nigga we heard you
Why you think the crowd booing
Sending her a message with the XO
Beat up on her pussy let it dance like techno
I'm getting all this loot
And it's something I been loving
And a nigga got heat
Coming straight up out the oven
Call me Edward
Line 'em up for a culling
Said that I'm wack
Nigga you judging
I'm blocking the door
Ain't no way that I'm budgin'
Bitches be turkey
And I'll give 'em stuffin'
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Writer(s): Keon Ramey
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