COUNTRYMAN (feat. g monet)

Nigga Bitch You know how I'm coming you know that

Had to see it out twisted when I'm riddled with the pen
And leaving lessons no reflection when we meet inside our head
I'm airing out, I'm keeping quiet, tucked away it just depends
I'm moving sideways with the sins, I barely make it out with sense
I got my noggin smacked
Had to do it all to kin
He touch my baby one more time I'll put that nigga to his end
I close the book, and I may just go begin
And bring it back, I gotta stack the way I'm lookin at my ends like
Where they at? (nigga)
Aye
Like nigga where they at? Hmm
Like nigga where they at? (Bitch)
Don't tell me where they at
Tell me where they at
Now tell me where they at

Solace seeping through my skin like a sharpie
I'm swinging through ya city Peter Parker
Singing like I'm Kaffo Muddy Waters, submarine
Shit can get deep, y'all niggas need to get ya marks up
Talking is cheap, so I don't see the need to talk much
Call me Sensei, but I was really never taught much
Y'all rapping like you working for a tech company start up
You tryna be a star, I turn these niggas to stardust
I think in languages you niggas have never thought of
I been in anguish since a nigga was a larva
Niggas alarmed because I'm reaping my harvest, but to be honest
I just really really wanna be a farmer
Yeah Yeah yeah, aye yeah I just really really wanna be a farmer
Catch me at the show I swear I make you put ya arms up
The way I whip the Camry you'da swore I hate Hondas, yeah
But can we all get on one accord?
I really whip the Toyota 'cause I can't afford a Ford
Niggas is lacking focus, I got 'em looking helpless
God flow nigga praise the Lord, yeah