POST HASTE
I never force the feeling
I just let it come and go
Like a leaf that's floating with breeze
Swaying to and fro
Hold the phones
Or put em down
Hide your hoes don't make a sound
When young Mau is in yo town
Duck yo head I'm snatching crowns
Damn right, yeah I'm snatching crowns
Niggas aim to put me down
I bet you off you fucking clown
I can't love this girl she got me twisted like a wrap around
I rapped around a couple cities
Might as well be pushing pounds
More weight
You see the shit on my plate I'm raising the stakes
Post haste
Nigga get out of the way
I don't need the shade
Ok
Bitch I been killing the game and getting off clean like OJ
But I am a nigga and I cannot hide it
They hit me with court dates (damn!)
I need more space
I'm headed your way
I bet she don't wait
That's how these hoes play
I wanna go away
To a quiet place
That's the hideaway
Might just fly away
To catch a vibe a day
With a fire a shawty
She my prada baby
When I open my eyes
I see the devil in the details
Getting caught up over retail
I do the same nigga be fair
Tryna mask this pain
Ima up this defense
Whatever happens ima prevail
Til the day a nigga set sail
A million beats in my email
Ain't enough instrumentals that could hold my mental
Got a nice smile but a fucked up dental
Still somehow end up front and center like I'm pick of the litter
Oh fuck
Forgot that I was shittin on you niggas
I promise you can really tell the difference
Upping the ante gone clear up my vision
She left her panties had me reminiscing
I think that I'm tripping
Was stuck in the house missing out on some living
I stepped outside on a turbulent mission
Tryna provide been making decisions
That's prolly gone end up creating some distance
Between me, my friends, and my competition
My biggest critic said I gotta get it
Bitch I been my wasting my minutes
I be so tired but sleep when you dead
I think I'll wait til I'm finished
More weight
You see the shit on my plate I'm raising the stakes
Post haste
Nigga get out of the way
I don't need the shade
Ok
Bitch I been killing the game and getting off clean like OJ
But I am a nigga and I cannot hide it
They hit me with court dates (damn)
I need more space
I'm headed your way
I bet she don't wait
That's how these hoes play
I wanna go away
To a quiet place
That's the hideaway
Might just fly away
To catch a vibe a day
With a fire a shawty
She my prada baby
I just let it come and go
Like a leaf that's floating with breeze
Swaying to and fro
Hold the phones
Or put em down
Hide your hoes don't make a sound
When young Mau is in yo town
Duck yo head I'm snatching crowns
Damn right, yeah I'm snatching crowns
Niggas aim to put me down
I bet you off you fucking clown
I can't love this girl she got me twisted like a wrap around
I rapped around a couple cities
Might as well be pushing pounds
More weight
You see the shit on my plate I'm raising the stakes
Post haste
Nigga get out of the way
I don't need the shade
Ok
Bitch I been killing the game and getting off clean like OJ
But I am a nigga and I cannot hide it
They hit me with court dates (damn!)
I need more space
I'm headed your way
I bet she don't wait
That's how these hoes play
I wanna go away
To a quiet place
That's the hideaway
Might just fly away
To catch a vibe a day
With a fire a shawty
She my prada baby
When I open my eyes
I see the devil in the details
Getting caught up over retail
I do the same nigga be fair
Tryna mask this pain
Ima up this defense
Whatever happens ima prevail
Til the day a nigga set sail
A million beats in my email
Ain't enough instrumentals that could hold my mental
Got a nice smile but a fucked up dental
Still somehow end up front and center like I'm pick of the litter
Oh fuck
Forgot that I was shittin on you niggas
I promise you can really tell the difference
Upping the ante gone clear up my vision
She left her panties had me reminiscing
I think that I'm tripping
Was stuck in the house missing out on some living
I stepped outside on a turbulent mission
Tryna provide been making decisions
That's prolly gone end up creating some distance
Between me, my friends, and my competition
My biggest critic said I gotta get it
Bitch I been my wasting my minutes
I be so tired but sleep when you dead
I think I'll wait til I'm finished
More weight
You see the shit on my plate I'm raising the stakes
Post haste
Nigga get out of the way
I don't need the shade
Ok
Bitch I been killing the game and getting off clean like OJ
But I am a nigga and I cannot hide it
They hit me with court dates (damn)
I need more space
I'm headed your way
I bet she don't wait
That's how these hoes play
I wanna go away
To a quiet place
That's the hideaway
Might just fly away
To catch a vibe a day
With a fire a shawty
She my prada baby
Credits
Writer(s): Kamau Robinson
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