Amethyst
She said you so talented how you handle it Cope with the damages
I'm the catalyst smoking cannabis yeah
In the presence of real the fake can't exist
Look I flooded the grill laced it with amethyst
Between a rock and a hard spot
I was dodging them cameras
Watch how you handle us
Life's a bitch and she's scandalous
I get high like them chandeliers
Really I'm too real for this rap shit
Told em don't compare me to none of these rappers
Cause way before the album was trying to go platinum
Steady was pushing it backwards
Still on my shit why you asking I'm the shit while you lacking
I dump the ash I gave my last but I'm still everlasting
Okay I'm throwed yeah
You already know the game is to get
All of this money til I'm gone hope they remember my shit
Cause I'm the shit bitch
You could get dismissed quick
Aye I know you know it
Shawty I be smoking potent
Said everything is everything yeah
They tryna make me lose my cool but I'm too cold
I'm sitting with the world on hold aye
And you ain't even know it
Said everything is everything yeah
They tryna make me lose my cool but I'm too cold
I'm sitting with the world on hold
Aye and you know aye oh yeah
I'm on my grind baby
Love
Alright the sunlight should feel how I feel with you
Know my heart is true
I'm on my grind baby
If you'd agree indubitably
Look at what this shit was doing to me
Influence the streets
Yeah baby I'm so provoking
Put it all in the open
I had to go through the motions
The truest words ever spoken
I'm just giving you facts
I'm up like an insomniac just peep the way I react
Flow cleaner than laundry mats
Was tryna keep it in tact
I hold it down like Mattress Mack until I get a platinum plaque
Man I'ma keep this shit a stack
And we gone leave it at that
Man you don't understand my story you ain't been where I'm at
I had my head above the water
Trying to get this shit regardless
Til i get a million dollars I could never relax
Yeah I was smoking Jane feeling good
Diamonds up against the wood
Yeah I was switching both lanes dipping through the hood
Baby I was gripping on grain niggas wish they could
Told you I was gripping on the flame wishing niggas would
Overstand we overlooked
You'll never know how much it took
And I ain't never been a saint I don't smoke no Reggie Bush
I'm Nostradamus the way I predicted all this
I'm making these haters nauseous
And I'm leaving em shook for real
Just tryna make it through the afternoon
Fat blunts after school
Devils know they after you
Tryna make this revenue through different avenues
Mama said I act a fool
Papa was a hustler too
Fuck was I supposed to do
I've seen so many obstacles
Courtrooms and hospitals
Niggas you was shooting for now they taking shots at you
That's what what game constitutes
I was caught in a constant loop
Tryna spit the conscious truth
Tryna dodge the constable
I did what I gotta do nigga it's only logical
Came from the bottom of the map check my longitude
Judge tryna prosecute
Tell em bring my deposit through
Yeah
Just tryna make it through the afternoon
Fat blunts after school
Devils know they after you
Tryna make this revenue through different avenues
Mama said I act a fool
Papa was a hustler too
Fuck was I supposed to do
I'm the catalyst smoking cannabis yeah
In the presence of real the fake can't exist
Look I flooded the grill laced it with amethyst
Between a rock and a hard spot
I was dodging them cameras
Watch how you handle us
Life's a bitch and she's scandalous
I get high like them chandeliers
Really I'm too real for this rap shit
Told em don't compare me to none of these rappers
Cause way before the album was trying to go platinum
Steady was pushing it backwards
Still on my shit why you asking I'm the shit while you lacking
I dump the ash I gave my last but I'm still everlasting
Okay I'm throwed yeah
You already know the game is to get
All of this money til I'm gone hope they remember my shit
Cause I'm the shit bitch
You could get dismissed quick
Aye I know you know it
Shawty I be smoking potent
Said everything is everything yeah
They tryna make me lose my cool but I'm too cold
I'm sitting with the world on hold aye
And you ain't even know it
Said everything is everything yeah
They tryna make me lose my cool but I'm too cold
I'm sitting with the world on hold
Aye and you know aye oh yeah
I'm on my grind baby
Love
Alright the sunlight should feel how I feel with you
Know my heart is true
I'm on my grind baby
If you'd agree indubitably
Look at what this shit was doing to me
Influence the streets
Yeah baby I'm so provoking
Put it all in the open
I had to go through the motions
The truest words ever spoken
I'm just giving you facts
I'm up like an insomniac just peep the way I react
Flow cleaner than laundry mats
Was tryna keep it in tact
I hold it down like Mattress Mack until I get a platinum plaque
Man I'ma keep this shit a stack
And we gone leave it at that
Man you don't understand my story you ain't been where I'm at
I had my head above the water
Trying to get this shit regardless
Til i get a million dollars I could never relax
Yeah I was smoking Jane feeling good
Diamonds up against the wood
Yeah I was switching both lanes dipping through the hood
Baby I was gripping on grain niggas wish they could
Told you I was gripping on the flame wishing niggas would
Overstand we overlooked
You'll never know how much it took
And I ain't never been a saint I don't smoke no Reggie Bush
I'm Nostradamus the way I predicted all this
I'm making these haters nauseous
And I'm leaving em shook for real
Just tryna make it through the afternoon
Fat blunts after school
Devils know they after you
Tryna make this revenue through different avenues
Mama said I act a fool
Papa was a hustler too
Fuck was I supposed to do
I've seen so many obstacles
Courtrooms and hospitals
Niggas you was shooting for now they taking shots at you
That's what what game constitutes
I was caught in a constant loop
Tryna spit the conscious truth
Tryna dodge the constable
I did what I gotta do nigga it's only logical
Came from the bottom of the map check my longitude
Judge tryna prosecute
Tell em bring my deposit through
Yeah
Just tryna make it through the afternoon
Fat blunts after school
Devils know they after you
Tryna make this revenue through different avenues
Mama said I act a fool
Papa was a hustler too
Fuck was I supposed to do
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Writer(s): Darius Harper
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