Can't Miss?
Can't miss...
Expression...
Make it flip but I can't switch
My odds not weighted like hit or miss
Cuz if I ever miss I'm back to work till its a hit
Momma ain't raise a little uhh
Real lingo in my tone
Im the realest she's known
I know that's how it go
Lightskin she loving the tone
Can't miss it's automatic
I chase star status, like a addict
Mentally, I'm wearing burdens for people who could never have it
I'm tapping into places that would leave you post traumatic
Stress disorder by design, G-O-D, I'm doing fine
The worlds cannot stop my real shine
Consciously I'm present walking fine lines
Sippin on Rosé, she fine we do wine and dine
Perfect fit like 6 and add in the 9, Beautiful she mask sublime
Twin flame, she on King time
Diva readin my mind
Another round like rewind
Bed sheets see the crimes
Fatal love attraction and I-I-I...
Make it flip but can't switch
My odds not weighted like a hit or miss
Cuz if I ever miss I'm back to work till it's a hit
Step back do the swish
And momma ain't raise no bitch
Step back do the swish
Drop a dime like do the dish, can't miss
Confidence in all actions
See my niggas always dappin
Friday nights I'm sippin captain
Saturdays cheeks I'm clappin
Sundays soaring, wings been flappin
Every doubt gotta counter
Critiquing my craft, couldn't be my rebounder
Can't miss, I'm the founder
Why would I chop your girl, off looks I would run around her
That's harsh, but if the shoe fits then it's not a force
Niggas lucky that the boy feel remorse
You'd let a person just steal your voice?
I let my voice just make my choice
The one in my head says soon a Rolls Royce
Puttin on all the boys, every beat I do destroy
Lay that in cause bad times just be a glitch
My choice is choosin gifts
Kill flows and then I switch, switch flows, like I'm top pick
Bad bitch I move so slick, Will Smith, On legend shit
Hop on wagon vision is, lucid
Arrows pointing to love, brown skinned Cupid
Like please don't come at me stupid
If you do we talk it out, and if not then I move around
Cause baby I just do reroute...
To something gold
Expression...
Make it flip but I can't switch
My odds not weighted like hit or miss
Cuz if I ever miss I'm back to work till its a hit
Momma ain't raise a little uhh
Real lingo in my tone
Im the realest she's known
I know that's how it go
Lightskin she loving the tone
Can't miss it's automatic
I chase star status, like a addict
Mentally, I'm wearing burdens for people who could never have it
I'm tapping into places that would leave you post traumatic
Stress disorder by design, G-O-D, I'm doing fine
The worlds cannot stop my real shine
Consciously I'm present walking fine lines
Sippin on Rosé, she fine we do wine and dine
Perfect fit like 6 and add in the 9, Beautiful she mask sublime
Twin flame, she on King time
Diva readin my mind
Another round like rewind
Bed sheets see the crimes
Fatal love attraction and I-I-I...
Make it flip but can't switch
My odds not weighted like a hit or miss
Cuz if I ever miss I'm back to work till it's a hit
Step back do the swish
And momma ain't raise no bitch
Step back do the swish
Drop a dime like do the dish, can't miss
Confidence in all actions
See my niggas always dappin
Friday nights I'm sippin captain
Saturdays cheeks I'm clappin
Sundays soaring, wings been flappin
Every doubt gotta counter
Critiquing my craft, couldn't be my rebounder
Can't miss, I'm the founder
Why would I chop your girl, off looks I would run around her
That's harsh, but if the shoe fits then it's not a force
Niggas lucky that the boy feel remorse
You'd let a person just steal your voice?
I let my voice just make my choice
The one in my head says soon a Rolls Royce
Puttin on all the boys, every beat I do destroy
Lay that in cause bad times just be a glitch
My choice is choosin gifts
Kill flows and then I switch, switch flows, like I'm top pick
Bad bitch I move so slick, Will Smith, On legend shit
Hop on wagon vision is, lucid
Arrows pointing to love, brown skinned Cupid
Like please don't come at me stupid
If you do we talk it out, and if not then I move around
Cause baby I just do reroute...
To something gold
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Writer(s): Kobe King
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