Heresy
Tryna build something from nothing
No smiles you won't catch me bluffing
Got piles of promises broken
It's crushing me never could see when they coming
The flies in my closet they buzzing
She speak on me evil
Cheeks red got me blushing
Slick talking
I'll speak on it once per discussion
Keep stunting on me
Carve you up like a pumpkin
Too late to mince words
When you on the ground gushing
Got it on lock
I'm all in my bag
Watch like a hawk
Thought he running the block
I'm turning straight evil
When pen hits the pad
When money involved
The opps wanna flock
That's that bitch shit
I'd expect from my dad
They speaking to me
We all know that they crabs
They plot on my spot
Like that shit up for grabs
Yet
They begging me
Stop throwing up hands like a referee
They thought I was speaking hyperbole
Till they in my sights
I give that green light
That bitch hard to miss like a manatee
Rose gold on the wrist it's a sight to see
Can't stay overnight bitch you out at three
You ain't in my sight
So you not in my mind
I Ain't got the time
I Ain't got the time
Yeah
Ay
The city of lights
The city of dreams
Yeah
Ay
One more confession
I'll burst at the seams
Yeah
Ay
Been spitting that evil
My smile don't gleam
Buckle up quick
Niggas know that I lead
You Better catch up
Or get lost in the beams
Yeah
Ay
City of lights
The city of dreams
Yeah
Ay
One more confession
I'll burst at the seams
Yeah
Ay
Spitting that evil
My smile don't gleam
Niggas talk funny
They'll go to extremes
Best quit the cap
And brush up on your teeth
Niggas be speaking a lot
You Know that we peaking
My niggas be eating
You won't catch us sleeping a lot
Your girl on my jock
They Calling me psychic
The way I be eating your thots
I'm Making these commas
I'll slide to my Momma
Lord knows that she Been
Through a lot
Women coming in
And out of my spot
These bitches only got
An eye on the cash
Won't listen to the
Empty words of a opp
Only wanna see me going
Out sad
Demons Steady
Poking holes in my thoughts
Need to sit
And focus up on the bag
Same niggas throwing
Hate at the first
The Same niggas
That be coming in last
(Niggas talk funny
They'll go to extremes
Best quit the cap
And brush up on your teeth)
No smiles you won't catch me bluffing
Got piles of promises broken
It's crushing me never could see when they coming
The flies in my closet they buzzing
She speak on me evil
Cheeks red got me blushing
Slick talking
I'll speak on it once per discussion
Keep stunting on me
Carve you up like a pumpkin
Too late to mince words
When you on the ground gushing
Got it on lock
I'm all in my bag
Watch like a hawk
Thought he running the block
I'm turning straight evil
When pen hits the pad
When money involved
The opps wanna flock
That's that bitch shit
I'd expect from my dad
They speaking to me
We all know that they crabs
They plot on my spot
Like that shit up for grabs
Yet
They begging me
Stop throwing up hands like a referee
They thought I was speaking hyperbole
Till they in my sights
I give that green light
That bitch hard to miss like a manatee
Rose gold on the wrist it's a sight to see
Can't stay overnight bitch you out at three
You ain't in my sight
So you not in my mind
I Ain't got the time
I Ain't got the time
Yeah
Ay
The city of lights
The city of dreams
Yeah
Ay
One more confession
I'll burst at the seams
Yeah
Ay
Been spitting that evil
My smile don't gleam
Buckle up quick
Niggas know that I lead
You Better catch up
Or get lost in the beams
Yeah
Ay
City of lights
The city of dreams
Yeah
Ay
One more confession
I'll burst at the seams
Yeah
Ay
Spitting that evil
My smile don't gleam
Niggas talk funny
They'll go to extremes
Best quit the cap
And brush up on your teeth
Niggas be speaking a lot
You Know that we peaking
My niggas be eating
You won't catch us sleeping a lot
Your girl on my jock
They Calling me psychic
The way I be eating your thots
I'm Making these commas
I'll slide to my Momma
Lord knows that she Been
Through a lot
Women coming in
And out of my spot
These bitches only got
An eye on the cash
Won't listen to the
Empty words of a opp
Only wanna see me going
Out sad
Demons Steady
Poking holes in my thoughts
Need to sit
And focus up on the bag
Same niggas throwing
Hate at the first
The Same niggas
That be coming in last
(Niggas talk funny
They'll go to extremes
Best quit the cap
And brush up on your teeth)
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Writer(s): Daekwon Miller
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