Tone Setter
Look in the mirror up into your eyes to see the real you
Cuz that shit ain't nun to me, my third eye go make see thru
Drown yourself in the bottle, start hollering how I don't need you
And PS, body CT the way I read you
People always preachers till it's time for the self-reflect
If we at odds only way to dead the beef is if ya'll cut the check
Broke so many times to the point I ain't have nun left
If it's love don't care bout where u from, don't care bout what your set
Half-naked on the gram, that lil bitch don't got no self-respect
Ain't heavy no more but they know just who to call if it's wreck
Better myself but still slide bout my bros and respect
Fame walk in the room, they know the tone getting set
Y'all the type of niggas send threats, via text
I'm the type to beat yo ass, if you ain't get message then we sending techs
I got my chrome in any zone like y or x
You was talking out your chromosomes the reason why you X'd
Compare yourself to Fame don't measure up, Pyrex
Bros wanna spin the block and leave what's left of ya
I rather send shots to the nigga next to ya
Prolly a head shot leave his head hot, you know that's more like pyrexia
I'm going in
But if you change for the better I'll try again
Judge you for who you are not what been
It's me and you, I don't care bout all yo miserable friends
Right or wrong you suppose ride till the end
People always preachers till it's time for the self-reflect
If we at odds, only way to dead the beef is if ya'll cut the check
Broke so many times to the point I ain't have nun left
If it's love don't care bout where u from, don't care bout what your set
Half-naked on the gram, that lil bitch don't got no self-respect
Ain't heavy no more but they know just who to call if it's wreck
Better myself but still slide bout my bros and respect
Fame walk in the room, they know the tone getting set
Tone setter, you know like mood lights
If step up on the fly, we finna set the mood right
That girl gotta step back take ownership of her life
Running from your problems, prolly the reason you sleep thru night
Regrets, ain't never have it easy get that off your chest
She still feel she ain't get closure off the last situation
Fame where you been, thinking out loud back and forth pacing
Fame holding one, meanwhile she in the club with the aces
I try to stay patient
She try to tell me bout myself, we all got problems difference is you ain't changing
I'm contemplating, thinking bout my time that you wasted
Who worst, cuz you fucked up in the head the way I'm living is dangerous
The worst of two greatest
People always preachers till it's time for the self-reflect
If we at odds only way to dead the beef is if ya'll cut the check
Broke so many times to the point I ain't have nun left
If it's love don't care bout where u from, don't care bout what your set
Half-naked on the gram, that lil bitch don't got no self-respect
Ain't heavy no more but they know just who to call if it's wreck
Better myself but still slide bout my bros and respect
Fame walk in the room, they know the tone getting set
Look in the mirror up into your eyes to see the real you
Cuz that shit ain't nun to me, my third eye go make see thru
Drown yourself in the bottle, start hollering how I don't need you
And PS, body CT the way I read you
Cuz that shit ain't nun to me, my third eye go make see thru
Drown yourself in the bottle, start hollering how I don't need you
And PS, body CT the way I read you
People always preachers till it's time for the self-reflect
If we at odds only way to dead the beef is if ya'll cut the check
Broke so many times to the point I ain't have nun left
If it's love don't care bout where u from, don't care bout what your set
Half-naked on the gram, that lil bitch don't got no self-respect
Ain't heavy no more but they know just who to call if it's wreck
Better myself but still slide bout my bros and respect
Fame walk in the room, they know the tone getting set
Y'all the type of niggas send threats, via text
I'm the type to beat yo ass, if you ain't get message then we sending techs
I got my chrome in any zone like y or x
You was talking out your chromosomes the reason why you X'd
Compare yourself to Fame don't measure up, Pyrex
Bros wanna spin the block and leave what's left of ya
I rather send shots to the nigga next to ya
Prolly a head shot leave his head hot, you know that's more like pyrexia
I'm going in
But if you change for the better I'll try again
Judge you for who you are not what been
It's me and you, I don't care bout all yo miserable friends
Right or wrong you suppose ride till the end
People always preachers till it's time for the self-reflect
If we at odds, only way to dead the beef is if ya'll cut the check
Broke so many times to the point I ain't have nun left
If it's love don't care bout where u from, don't care bout what your set
Half-naked on the gram, that lil bitch don't got no self-respect
Ain't heavy no more but they know just who to call if it's wreck
Better myself but still slide bout my bros and respect
Fame walk in the room, they know the tone getting set
Tone setter, you know like mood lights
If step up on the fly, we finna set the mood right
That girl gotta step back take ownership of her life
Running from your problems, prolly the reason you sleep thru night
Regrets, ain't never have it easy get that off your chest
She still feel she ain't get closure off the last situation
Fame where you been, thinking out loud back and forth pacing
Fame holding one, meanwhile she in the club with the aces
I try to stay patient
She try to tell me bout myself, we all got problems difference is you ain't changing
I'm contemplating, thinking bout my time that you wasted
Who worst, cuz you fucked up in the head the way I'm living is dangerous
The worst of two greatest
People always preachers till it's time for the self-reflect
If we at odds only way to dead the beef is if ya'll cut the check
Broke so many times to the point I ain't have nun left
If it's love don't care bout where u from, don't care bout what your set
Half-naked on the gram, that lil bitch don't got no self-respect
Ain't heavy no more but they know just who to call if it's wreck
Better myself but still slide bout my bros and respect
Fame walk in the room, they know the tone getting set
Look in the mirror up into your eyes to see the real you
Cuz that shit ain't nun to me, my third eye go make see thru
Drown yourself in the bottle, start hollering how I don't need you
And PS, body CT the way I read you
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Writer(s): James Stewart Jr.
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