Admit
'Imma say it how it is
I don't play when it comes to 'biz
I get you're busy throwing shade
I hear you say that you're okay
It's clear you're fearing to be fake
Appearing gay, tearing away
Can't get to sharing mental state
Being gentle is a burden you can't take
Feeling you can't shake
Revealing is plan C
3 am, you're still awake
In bed, it seems you wait
Your dreams are being late
You mean to be on way
To meet your new bae
To screen your new queen on flaws
Kinda mean
To see them titties and jaw
She tries to leave
But she is pretty and all
So you deceive
You need that kitty to crawl to feel complete
Can't handle defeat that results in feeling small
But even candles bring the heat so drop the drugs go play some ball
You need the streets to realize
You're nothing but a fly
In a sky full of eagles, lethal to be shy
Ripping you apart
Eating out your insides
Greedy when you're insight
Meaty when they take bite
Bleeding when you do fight
Retreating go into night
I'm reading out your rights
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
You talk money, I talk riches
I talk women, you talk bitches
I talk flow, you're talking broke
I'm taking bae, you're talking hoe
I'm talking growing taking pain
I'm talking breaking any chains
I'm talking facing my complaints
I talk creating when I gain
You hate
I state I'm the great in this game
My state is ingrained you can't shake
My aim is my name to be main
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Claim you're up front honest no cap
Claim you're stone cold beat dudes to crap
You don't cut throat you're cut throat you stab back
Insecure you're a fake copy cat
With your machiavellian behavior
Oblivious to danger
Idiot, stranger
Bring the beef put it on the grill beans coleslaw
I still serve it to your girl raw
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
I don't play when it comes to 'biz
I get you're busy throwing shade
I hear you say that you're okay
It's clear you're fearing to be fake
Appearing gay, tearing away
Can't get to sharing mental state
Being gentle is a burden you can't take
Feeling you can't shake
Revealing is plan C
3 am, you're still awake
In bed, it seems you wait
Your dreams are being late
You mean to be on way
To meet your new bae
To screen your new queen on flaws
Kinda mean
To see them titties and jaw
She tries to leave
But she is pretty and all
So you deceive
You need that kitty to crawl to feel complete
Can't handle defeat that results in feeling small
But even candles bring the heat so drop the drugs go play some ball
You need the streets to realize
You're nothing but a fly
In a sky full of eagles, lethal to be shy
Ripping you apart
Eating out your insides
Greedy when you're insight
Meaty when they take bite
Bleeding when you do fight
Retreating go into night
I'm reading out your rights
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
You talk money, I talk riches
I talk women, you talk bitches
I talk flow, you're talking broke
I'm taking bae, you're talking hoe
I'm talking growing taking pain
I'm talking breaking any chains
I'm talking facing my complaints
I talk creating when I gain
You hate
I state I'm the great in this game
My state is ingrained you can't shake
My aim is my name to be main
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Claim you're up front honest no cap
Claim you're stone cold beat dudes to crap
You don't cut throat you're cut throat you stab back
Insecure you're a fake copy cat
With your machiavellian behavior
Oblivious to danger
Idiot, stranger
Bring the beef put it on the grill beans coleslaw
I still serve it to your girl raw
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Shush
Take the hit
Crush
Lose the grip
Hush
Choose to quit
Your tracks are shit
You're trash admit
Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Dos Santos Ramos
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