Pesticide

The pussy doesn't rectify
The mice need the pesticide
Every fucking day I'm doing me never specify
Thankful to the Lord for my life I should testify
Keep me on the path of the righteous 'til the end of times
Pussy doesn't rectify
Mice need the pesticide
On a roll, doing what I know, yeah I'm set aside
Holy Ghost in an earthly host never jeopardise
I'm a guy they should recognise never generalise

My bredrins move when the bread rings
The sky is the start so we spread wings
Like the bird on my chest when I stepped in
Only real brothers vibe in my section
Never trusted false prophets or fortune-tellers
I trusted in the Lord to make my fortune's better
That's the bread I still go HAM for my cheddar
Like a subway I come with the pepper no effort
I don't really rate designer
That's just thinking like a minor
I got more important stuff
I need to do without reminder
Know I'm blessed despite the stress
Know this life's a game of chess
Know you gotta sacrifice a piece or more
To win success
I'm so sick I need a percocet
Love to all the first to check
My new shit, I do this
For me this ain't music
It took me time to realise
She was full of real lies
Looking through a different lens
I had to see through real eyes
I may wear specs but my vision ain't blurry
How's her ex in the pic? Man these chics ain't worthy
If she's waffling she's waddling
I ain't got time to waste
If she's on it, I'm on it
That's without the haste
How's her BC 47?
Couldn't wife cause that's minging
I ain't one to give a lesson
But that's 48 spirits
I want a woman with values
And ambition not a thot
But I'm tryna find my gem in a pit full of rocks

The pussy doesn't rectify
The mice need the pesticide
Every fucking day I'm doing me never specify
Thankful to the Lord for my life I should testify
Keep me on the path of the righteous 'til the end of times
Pussy doesn't rectify
Mice need the pesticide
On a roll, doing what I know, yeah I'm set aside
Holy Ghost in an earthly host never jeopardise
I'm a guy they should recognise never generalise

I was in second year sitting in my lectures
Dad got hit with cancer
Never thought that shit could affect us
'Til he got put on a stretcher
I prayed to God to protect the protector
While I was sat by his bed in my sweater
Mum couldn't bear his suffering
When he passed it came like a gesture
Gotta move on tryna get my groove on
Amen now I drop a new one
I ain't got time for the stunting, fronting
I'm really out here hunting
Tryna get it in large for me and my marj
Fam they know I go HAM that's hard
Still on the grind still doing up bars
This life is mentz
That's why I just might fornicate forty-eight times
'Cause it's hard to flush the past with the all the shit on my mind
I put the pen to the pad and let the thoughts create lines
I keep it real and authentic so you know I make mine



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Writer(s): Samuel Azodo
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