Receipts (feat. Ci Kay & $AHA)

1:45, dodging police and we're feeling divine
Dropped for the peace, now they hitting my line
Asking for flavours or asking for lines
Son of a bitch just move on with your lies
Now with no snitch on my side
Now with no stimulus hoping for mine
Bitch hitting my line
Tedious reasons, just give me a sign
365, days on the line
Asking for favours they falling behind
Witness just how they be falling behind
I swear they be moving so crazy, it's
Mad how they tryna be living my life
They come up behind you they pull up with knives
Front, when you ask them who stabbed you behind
Broski, just ask them who stabbed you behind

Up in the morning and I'm feeling at peace
Fuck with me I'ma keep all the receipts
On the west coast but I come from the east
Chennai city that's the shit we bleed
Lions and tigers got nothin on me
Couldn't care less bout the talk of the sheep
Haters gon' hate but don't lose me no sleep
Haters gon' hate but don't lose me no sleep

You thought that you had it?
I'm bringing you visceral damage
I'm loading the whistles they package
Just look at me split half a bottle of madness
Just look at me spitting, it's acid
I'm rancid, I'm laughing right as I move savage
Ain't fucking with passive, see none of you have it
These syllables wrapped in the blood of my enemies
Fuck with the east, now I'm posting receipts

Up in the morning and I'm feeling at peace
Fuck with me I'ma keep all the receipts
On the west coast but I come from the east
Chennai city that's the shit we bleed
Lions and tigers got nothin on me
Couldn't care less bout the talk of the sheep
Haters gon' hate but don't lose me no sleep
Haters gon' hate but don't lose me no sleep

Times are changing, lives are blending
Nothing to supprende
We got to get it, comprende?

Yo, I fucking feel you bro like
Got to post some fucking receipts, yeah?

That's a motherfucking fact
You owe me lotta money motherfucker
Hope you didn't smoke it all in the crack
I bet you didn't do that motherfucker
Cuz I'm bout to go so ham on the track
There's no way you can stop it motherfucker
Running down the street like Al Pac, uh?
Smoking, don the bitch like I'm Wacka

Up in the morning and I'm feeling at peace
Fuck with me I'ma keep all the receipts
On the west coast but I come from the east
Chennai city that's the shit we bleed
Lions and tigers got nothin on me
Couldn't care less bout the talk of the sheep
Haters gon' hate but don't lose me no sleep
Haters gon' hate but don't lose me no sleep

Yeah man
Yeah man
Yeah man
Yeah man, bomboclaat, bomboclaat
Bomboclaat, bomboclaat
Chaud, chaud, chaud, chaud



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph John
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