Ether
Ain see nobody
Built this shit up on my own
I cant fuk with buddy
How they calling me they leader
Ion even know them people
I didnt see nobody
Built this shit all on my own
I cnt fuk w buddy
He still mad about ole girl and
I cnt trust u either
Niggas tellin like some squirrels
Know he fk w Uncle Henry
Throw the blow to ole world
This a cold world
Dwayne Wayne a different world
Lately I been lucid dreaming
We no longer pleasing people
Lately I been in my zone
Up ya ass just like a thong
Yeen talkin bout my bread n butta
Just leave me alone
Know im bout my business
Dnt come playin on my phone
Fetish for this fashion
I stay fly just like a drone
Like that cant be my nigga
Swear these niggas all some clones
Tryna maximize my profits
Analytics on my phone
Dont want no 2 tone
I want my shit in all gold
Like This shit too official
Cant be me without no discipline
I barely aimed
The Shit went in
They hate my guts
But still pretend
Never seen a horse spit water
In another horse mouth
But seen a horse
Lead a horse to water
Even in a drought
Same horse
Come back around
To cross a nigga out
100 racks and fuck the ppl
Gps like finders keepers
Barely jumped
Still broke the meter
They know that Bigshay some ether
They aint kno it
Jesus teach em
Never finish mourning
Still out here losing ppl
Shot out to Robert Kelly
Still believe that I can fly
I Cnt fake kick it
Bitches still telling lies
Copped 20 bags of mid
Ya partner told you it was loud
If it aint really worth ya time
Take another route
2022 No time for helping niggas out
You gone be aight my nigga
You gone figure that shit out
Im In a new dimension
Feel like Im walking on a cloud
I cant fuk u niggas
Pussy ribbons in the sky
Scrap up on the shelf
Aint no mo dick for them to ride
See it in ya face
Know it really hurt ya pride
Crying bout no losses
Shit be blessings in disguise
How they calling me they leader
Ion even know them people
How u know that we aint equal
Different levels this the sequel
Give a bum a steak
Before I eat w more snakes
Yea I bake
But pussy Ain talkin bout no cakes
Hard lesson learned
That You control ya own fate
If yeen catch it from the jump
Baby its too late
And If the lick read right
We gone split it 3 ways
Band in the pot
We just bet it on some spades
Told yo hoe to go
Just so my other bitch can stay
Might just pop out in this bitch
Know Im fresher than some glade
A band for the show
Ain no promoters getting paid
Im Cheesing like a bitch
Cause I just had a good day
She so fire on her knees
I Can Tell she really like to pray
Put that On my mama
See the hunger in my face
Blow it all away
And come back like John Wayne
Imma let em feel my pain
Barely jumped
Still broke the meter
They know that Bigshay some ether
They aint kno it
Jesus teach em
Never finish mourning
Still out here losing ppl
Shot out to Robert Kelly
Still believe that I can fly
I Cnt fake kick it
Bitches still telling lies
Copped 20 bags of mid
Ya partner told you it was loud
If it aint really worth ya time
Take another route
2022 No time for helping niggas out
You gone be aight my nigga
You gone figure that shit out
Built this shit up on my own
I cant fuk with buddy
How they calling me they leader
Ion even know them people
I didnt see nobody
Built this shit all on my own
I cnt fuk w buddy
He still mad about ole girl and
I cnt trust u either
Niggas tellin like some squirrels
Know he fk w Uncle Henry
Throw the blow to ole world
This a cold world
Dwayne Wayne a different world
Lately I been lucid dreaming
We no longer pleasing people
Lately I been in my zone
Up ya ass just like a thong
Yeen talkin bout my bread n butta
Just leave me alone
Know im bout my business
Dnt come playin on my phone
Fetish for this fashion
I stay fly just like a drone
Like that cant be my nigga
Swear these niggas all some clones
Tryna maximize my profits
Analytics on my phone
Dont want no 2 tone
I want my shit in all gold
Like This shit too official
Cant be me without no discipline
I barely aimed
The Shit went in
They hate my guts
But still pretend
Never seen a horse spit water
In another horse mouth
But seen a horse
Lead a horse to water
Even in a drought
Same horse
Come back around
To cross a nigga out
100 racks and fuck the ppl
Gps like finders keepers
Barely jumped
Still broke the meter
They know that Bigshay some ether
They aint kno it
Jesus teach em
Never finish mourning
Still out here losing ppl
Shot out to Robert Kelly
Still believe that I can fly
I Cnt fake kick it
Bitches still telling lies
Copped 20 bags of mid
Ya partner told you it was loud
If it aint really worth ya time
Take another route
2022 No time for helping niggas out
You gone be aight my nigga
You gone figure that shit out
Im In a new dimension
Feel like Im walking on a cloud
I cant fuk u niggas
Pussy ribbons in the sky
Scrap up on the shelf
Aint no mo dick for them to ride
See it in ya face
Know it really hurt ya pride
Crying bout no losses
Shit be blessings in disguise
How they calling me they leader
Ion even know them people
How u know that we aint equal
Different levels this the sequel
Give a bum a steak
Before I eat w more snakes
Yea I bake
But pussy Ain talkin bout no cakes
Hard lesson learned
That You control ya own fate
If yeen catch it from the jump
Baby its too late
And If the lick read right
We gone split it 3 ways
Band in the pot
We just bet it on some spades
Told yo hoe to go
Just so my other bitch can stay
Might just pop out in this bitch
Know Im fresher than some glade
A band for the show
Ain no promoters getting paid
Im Cheesing like a bitch
Cause I just had a good day
She so fire on her knees
I Can Tell she really like to pray
Put that On my mama
See the hunger in my face
Blow it all away
And come back like John Wayne
Imma let em feel my pain
Barely jumped
Still broke the meter
They know that Bigshay some ether
They aint kno it
Jesus teach em
Never finish mourning
Still out here losing ppl
Shot out to Robert Kelly
Still believe that I can fly
I Cnt fake kick it
Bitches still telling lies
Copped 20 bags of mid
Ya partner told you it was loud
If it aint really worth ya time
Take another route
2022 No time for helping niggas out
You gone be aight my nigga
You gone figure that shit out
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Writer(s): Tanquilla Thomas
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