Hold The Mustard

When ya high
And you wish ya never come down
Now I'm walkin around town
With a frown
Surrounded myself with people
That were just tryna keep me down
Changed my everyday routine
Now I got knowledge
And wisdom
So what ya mean
turning dreams to reality
Got these bitches running back to me
"Hey your the one on that magazine"
Bitch please
If you don't back up off of me
It's bound to get real dirty
And I got something
For all ya little birdies
I'm breaking bones like the bone crusher
When ya makin my sandwich
Ya betta hold the mustard
Ya betta hold the mustard
Ya betta hold the mustard

I'll take the bread cheese and the roast beef
But ya better hold the mustard on my hoagie
In a year I went from nosebleeds to floor seats
I'm just tryna plant mo seed for the proceeds
Low-key
Been a minute since we spoke G
Probably would've been better had you never told me
Oh well, know hell when the flo fell
Snowfell at the hotel
I been dodging lames
knocking bitches off my coat-tail
I need a ride or die bitch
the type to go down and won't tell,
Still my mind can be myown cell
You're lil business didn't gross well,
Shout-out to lavish
Taking no L's

I was riding' and slidin down the street
When all the sudden an idea
Came to me
I ain't gotta
Beg and plead
For a gosh damn thing
Switching it up
I'm on X Game mode
Speaking like it's just another story I told
And what I'm saying never gets old
Cuz I'm reaching down to the soul
Open ya books to page 187
Cuz you betta hope you don't catch one
On the way to 7 eleven
Cuz your gunna be spendin'
One of two things
Money or time
And right when you thought
Everything in your life was going fine
And just got back on ya grind
It's a damn shame
It's a damn shame
It's a damn shame

Life's just an EQ of highs and lows
Stay solid on the outside but inside it shows
A damaged soul that provides the flow
A dark rose that decided to grow
Despite of the dope
got friends that can't find the road
a pure bred
That settles for a clone
can't pick up the phone
when gods calling
we all falling and need some help
can't find the competition
so I tend to beat myself
stay getting wasted like a seatbelt
can't get
sent to the pen my shit is street felt
I prevail
against all odds
N rise above all frauds
Some life gets cut short
Like sawed offs then fall off
Spit clean and uncut
This what you call raw
My music leaves an imprint
just like a dawgs paw
On wet sand,
It's west man,
Never stick around no yes men
Treat the beat
just like it sneezed
the way I bless it