Pine
I've been down for the count
I'm a dog you should lock me in a pound
I ain't confused, yall should figure it out
Interviews for the clout
To keep it simple; never what I've been about
I've been on the grind
Tryna sharpen up my mind
Mindstate is like a bottle of wine when I recline
Other people like an Autumn tree
Me? I'm tryna pine
For some green to line my pocket
Victory not only mine
Maybe just take a step back
Baby, I'll give you everything except half
Lately been like the navy intercept your craft
Play me like ukulele
The effect is sounding half-assed
Why use a lax pad
We've been padding our record full of hits
Yall need to clap back
I don't really give a fuck about your hashtags
You should stick to self-snitching off of Snapchat
Ragtag
My crew sick don't need a trash bag
Zantac won't prevent from puking out of hatchbacks
Tag it like it's government property
Say you bagged it like you got that girl at a dollar tree
Apologies, I might be too quick with my honesty
But honestly; you slip, you'll get kicked by a soccer team
Psychopathy probably your only novelty
My verbosity anomaly
I'm tryna eat more collared greens
Sipping on Apostle Pete
Ain't nobody stopping me
Socrates the only God to me
I don't know shit
Cept I'm a motherfucking problem G
Crashed a whip and
Got more chicken
Dropping calls like New Edition
Depression hitting
Lost sight of the mission
Sick of sitting in the same place
Pedals glitching
Settle gifted
Might be in the peddle business
Got to fund a few addictions
I'm playing medal clinics
I'm an accidental chemist
Harness alchemistic properties
Tryna make up for my mediocrity
Used to burn a lot of leaves
Now I'm eating em
Fusion curved a part of me
I supersede the slug
I intercede the plug
Eye revealed demons
The process completed
Bruh you need to deepen funds
Accounts looking like Neo only one 0
Don't need a key role moving kilos my demeanor
Redeemer just a creature, still profound
I am not a speaker, just a reaper
I espouse all I'm about
Weaker than SWV when you're hit with the amount
Check the sound
Your shit ain't loud I'm feeling turned down
I'm a dog you should lock me in a pound
I ain't confused, yall should figure it out
Interviews for the clout
To keep it simple; never what I've been about
I've been on the grind
Tryna sharpen up my mind
Mindstate is like a bottle of wine when I recline
Other people like an Autumn tree
Me? I'm tryna pine
For some green to line my pocket
Victory not only mine
Maybe just take a step back
Baby, I'll give you everything except half
Lately been like the navy intercept your craft
Play me like ukulele
The effect is sounding half-assed
Why use a lax pad
We've been padding our record full of hits
Yall need to clap back
I don't really give a fuck about your hashtags
You should stick to self-snitching off of Snapchat
Ragtag
My crew sick don't need a trash bag
Zantac won't prevent from puking out of hatchbacks
Tag it like it's government property
Say you bagged it like you got that girl at a dollar tree
Apologies, I might be too quick with my honesty
But honestly; you slip, you'll get kicked by a soccer team
Psychopathy probably your only novelty
My verbosity anomaly
I'm tryna eat more collared greens
Sipping on Apostle Pete
Ain't nobody stopping me
Socrates the only God to me
I don't know shit
Cept I'm a motherfucking problem G
Crashed a whip and
Got more chicken
Dropping calls like New Edition
Depression hitting
Lost sight of the mission
Sick of sitting in the same place
Pedals glitching
Settle gifted
Might be in the peddle business
Got to fund a few addictions
I'm playing medal clinics
I'm an accidental chemist
Harness alchemistic properties
Tryna make up for my mediocrity
Used to burn a lot of leaves
Now I'm eating em
Fusion curved a part of me
I supersede the slug
I intercede the plug
Eye revealed demons
The process completed
Bruh you need to deepen funds
Accounts looking like Neo only one 0
Don't need a key role moving kilos my demeanor
Redeemer just a creature, still profound
I am not a speaker, just a reaper
I espouse all I'm about
Weaker than SWV when you're hit with the amount
Check the sound
Your shit ain't loud I'm feeling turned down
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Writer(s): Seth Neal
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