HIBACHI

Bitch
Fuck what you talking about
I am not running from shit
I'm running it up
And you just be running your mouth
Nothings for free
Free some dollars out your wallet
And maybe next one on the house
I've yet to get rich
But that never stopped me from working
And planning shit out
What the fuck is you bout?

See niggas who pay rate determines they work
And they never gone know what I'm bout
Cuz I'm not gone do it if I'm not gone do it my best
Think that's stupid?
You wasting my time
Make love to the grind
Know that that money coming
Every time that I blow out her spine
Sometimes it get stressful
I love on my Queen
Roll a jay plot a play an I take me some time
Times I needed people
Helped me see them people
Now I peep where you at and that's fine
Im always on time
He say we beefing
And I think he reaching he can't hit my line
I don't know you niggas
I don't owe you niggas
Need some game better check my timeline
People entitled and I find it vital
That you don't get love and business intertwined
Not yo people but the feelings
Wayne said its no ceilings
Drain high as the ceiling
They look at us as if we villains
Nah
I don't have a reflection
Okay that's cap
Sometimes I be flexing
I sit in my lab in this pad Im reflecting
How Im moving forward and plotting progression

Bitch
Fuck what you talking about
I am not running from shit
I'm running it up
And you just be running your mouth
Nothings for free
Free some dollars out your wallet
And maybe next one on the house
I've yet to get rich
But that never stopped me from working
And planning shit out
What the fuck is you bout?

See niggas they wanna be saved
I don't have a cape
But I got some tools and I got these grapes
Best believe they seeded
Nothing like the weed is
All the weaklings weeded
Put em where they needed
Not gone work then beat it
My goals need exceeding
Gotta work on breathing
Know it calm my being
Stacking books on books on books on books
Like Diane Keaton
They like is he breathing?
Really Im just freeing
Hate you wanna be him
You don't see what you want then you better be him
I got soldiers you never see em
I don't boast about it but she in my DMs
I don't post about it but I really be him
I bought my own press
Don't you press my line
I can't handle yo mess
I'm gone work on mine
Then I holla back at you
When shit is fine
I'm just saying
Need to run 100 bands
Double that up
Then double that again
Best part of it all
Im gone do it with kin
Rest in peace to my dawg
Imma do this for Ken
Love to my dawg
He just got out the pen
Told me boy don't you quit
You stay sharp with that pen
And I held my word
Imma dart with this pen
Writing the feelings that's living within
Im writing my wrongs
And I'm selling my sins
When you learn a lesson
You turn L to win
I been off my square
But never again
Make a million with your friends
Pay all billing for a Benz
Tell me where yo ceiling ends
Protect yo people don't pretend
I can't fake for no spins
Prep your mind for the dim
I'm coming live from the den



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Writer(s): Tracy Lamont Morris, Muzammil Syed
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