Shhh.

I been waking up like 6 in the morning
Rub my eyes take a piss brush my teeth while I'm yawning
Turn the spliff on
Pick the pen up
N just start writing sum light like a feather

I'm boutta pop off
Do this non stop
Go against me ya get ya arms fuckin chopped off
Sent my whole life just waiting to see the drop off
Better think twice bout letting ya lil jaws off
Don't let them buses make you think you getting bars off
Lil insta fix the only thing you catch a buzz off
Pill em through the wall till the motherfuckin' plug gone
World pushing dope till the motherfuckin' love gone
Deep end
We be divine for no reason
Imma score on every drive every season
Tweaking
We ain't rapping on the weekends bitch I do this everyday man im staying undefeated
Yeah
I'm not conceited
Same time knowing I can make the room heat up
Like a super power only use it when I need it haven't seen competition
Show me who to beat up
Grinding till im day im sipping chilled with my feet up
Everybody speaking on the sprite man they need us
We ain't doing shit for free we hungry time to feed us
I been coming outta pocket Myrna get the beats up
I ain't ever signing with no label that's a pre-nup
I would rather fight the sacrifices till I'm g'd up
Everybody want a quick check that ain't me though,
If you got a problem you could find me call me Nemo
If we talking time I been spitting for a decade,
Took my sweet time for I jumped up on a deck tape
Candy ass rapper still talking with no headspace
Show em how a 5 star chef make the bread taste
Remember I was broke eating corn flakes
Money hungry
Always had a taste for them gold flakes
Serve it to me
Tryna cop a crib need the gate gold
In a hurry
Ya money looking brief then its case closed
Fuck the jury
Everybody wanna play dirty these days
So it look like you gotta play dirty these days
Motherfuckers staying home till they 30 these days
N these bitches got do you in the dirtiest ways
Clean souls
Often got the dirtiest face
Clean face
Often got the dirtiest fate
I say
We stay up in the dirtiest place
Free states
The land where all this evil is made
No cap
Once I make it no I ain't going back
Don't trap
But I used to n I got to the bag
Off rap
Boutta get a Rolls, Lamb, and a Jag
Need a motherfucking billion just to throw in the trash
I swear
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Jacques-burek
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