Blind Spot

So breezy ya click was quick pointin sources out
An seem'd too easy like no need to even force it out
Hey monster arrived an get the torches out
An Porsche screamin pop the trunk let the horses out
Im scorchin wow now no need to adjust or sort ya dial
If I resorted to ya levels that'd be juvenile
Instead run a mile foot in my mouth I'm versatile
An plague on all your houses check the way I curse my style
I disperse the cursive add a new verse to my stockpile
Out murkin twerps burstin bubbles surely hostile
Whats worse for you words hurt see my tears dey crocodile
An knock one down they all fall so line up in single file
An hate away shit least I'm fucken bein honest
An splurge away no wonda ya can't afford to pay homage
An fuck a stack now our view count needs to see the commas
Man I promise to dethrone ya clowns n pre-madonnas
Listen it aint bout what you make it's bout what you keep
Yea an watch for shallow friends they know ya pockets deep
Said it aint bout what you make its bout what you keep
Yea an watch for shallow friends they know ya pockets deep
Some peeps needed a sec I let em think an steep
I hope that sinks in gassed up pussies out there poppin queefs
I'm gettin wiffs of ya bullshit a loaded heap
Ya count on sheep for too long ya bound to fall asleep
At the wheel for real out pennin deals for mass appeal
But that wont last alas the past caught up to be revealed
An need a sign we in the major leagues be on ya heals
No base safe in Houston where you think I learn'd to steal



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Writer(s): Matthew Sayers
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