TABLE MANNERS
Bisto, cook a nigga beef
So we're looking like we need those
Fucking with my shine is like fucking with a V-fold
You'll get left behind
Niggaz trippin' like it's cheat codes
Everybody dies playing themselves
We've been down these roads
Fuck you mean the fuck I mean
I had to let the beast go
This shit just got like really tough and niggaz incognito
We're standing in the field like "Where the fuck'd they say's the heat tho?"
Fuck they say the smoke at when we're geeked, boy
Let me tell you how it feel
Used to wanna be that nigga
Now I'm that nigga for real
Shawty bad, I go and Michael Jackson beat it
Catch a thrill
We're not keeping score no more
This shit be sum' like 10-to-nil
What's the motherfucking deal
Let me tell you what it's not
We're not sitting with you niggaz
Table manners like an opp
Have you talking tough, you're salty
It's the season, we gon' pop
Niggaz cozy in the kitchen like we still ain't burning pots
We gon' grill em, boy, it's hot
I just be popping my shit way too often
It's nothing to talk about
I'm getting cramps cos I'm running this shit
Think it's time that I walk it out
Swear I'm not reaching
The only thing in need is stretching my pockets now
Money like Yogi, she creaming like yoghurt
I'm taking the healthy route
My dietician recommends me missing the bullshit y'all dishing out
But I'm sure they gon' eat it up
Yet to headline, but they're reading up
On top of the paper like fresh press
Bench press, how I keep it up
Could be down for the count, still not letting up
They tried counting me out, I'm not letting 'em
Let me tell you how it feel
Used to wanna be that nigga
Now I'm that nigga for real
Shawty bad, I go and Michael Jackson beat it
Catch a thrill
We're not keeping score no more
This shit be sum' like 10-to-nil
What's the motherfucking deal
Let me tell you what it's not
We're not sitting with you niggaz
Table manners like an opp
Have you talking tough, you're salty
It's the season, we gon' pop
Niggaz cozy in the kitchen like we still ain't burning pots
We gon' grill em, boy, it's hot
So we're looking like we need those
Fucking with my shine is like fucking with a V-fold
You'll get left behind
Niggaz trippin' like it's cheat codes
Everybody dies playing themselves
We've been down these roads
Fuck you mean the fuck I mean
I had to let the beast go
This shit just got like really tough and niggaz incognito
We're standing in the field like "Where the fuck'd they say's the heat tho?"
Fuck they say the smoke at when we're geeked, boy
Let me tell you how it feel
Used to wanna be that nigga
Now I'm that nigga for real
Shawty bad, I go and Michael Jackson beat it
Catch a thrill
We're not keeping score no more
This shit be sum' like 10-to-nil
What's the motherfucking deal
Let me tell you what it's not
We're not sitting with you niggaz
Table manners like an opp
Have you talking tough, you're salty
It's the season, we gon' pop
Niggaz cozy in the kitchen like we still ain't burning pots
We gon' grill em, boy, it's hot
I just be popping my shit way too often
It's nothing to talk about
I'm getting cramps cos I'm running this shit
Think it's time that I walk it out
Swear I'm not reaching
The only thing in need is stretching my pockets now
Money like Yogi, she creaming like yoghurt
I'm taking the healthy route
My dietician recommends me missing the bullshit y'all dishing out
But I'm sure they gon' eat it up
Yet to headline, but they're reading up
On top of the paper like fresh press
Bench press, how I keep it up
Could be down for the count, still not letting up
They tried counting me out, I'm not letting 'em
Let me tell you how it feel
Used to wanna be that nigga
Now I'm that nigga for real
Shawty bad, I go and Michael Jackson beat it
Catch a thrill
We're not keeping score no more
This shit be sum' like 10-to-nil
What's the motherfucking deal
Let me tell you what it's not
We're not sitting with you niggaz
Table manners like an opp
Have you talking tough, you're salty
It's the season, we gon' pop
Niggaz cozy in the kitchen like we still ain't burning pots
We gon' grill em, boy, it's hot
Credits
Writer(s): Aviwe Ndyalivane
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