Confrontation

Ball in my court just like I'm playing for the team
And I like my coffee brown, in other words I'm bout that cream
Hide emotion in this mask
Pull up looking like I'm Sting
And the police know, that's why they try to search me like I'm bing
Know what i mean
Trynn' stack that shit tall as Yao Ming
Niggas treat my music like they blood
Let that shit stream
They don't want my name to buzz
They think that its gon sting
But I refuse to let this world pull my ligaments by a string
Friendship don't mean a thing
I see homies take subtle shots like i won't notice
Chuck E Cheese, you play this game and I might end up with yo tokens
So if smoke ain't what you wanna reap, be careful what you sewing
Double G's on the belt, i ah let yo ex-bitch blow below it
And i float without the psychedelics
So what's the issue, don't be shy, you should be psyched to tell us
Oh you ain't bright up there
If i wasn't me, I'd send you to the guy upstairs
No sign of beef
Sigh of Relief
Kels



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Brown
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