Hot Damn

I don't expect you to keep it honest
You be lying to yourself
And I'm Understanding now that's just you crying out for help
But You better cry to God cause I'm numb from them lies you dealt
Now I'm tightening my belt
My hearts cold and it won't melt
I been through hell

And I came back a disheveled self
Still never felt that I'd want to be somebody else
Was rich in my soul way before I had any wealth
Cause I'm the man
I'm going ham
It's thanksgiving And
I'm eating well
I just might belch

You talking out the side of your neck
My boy just check your self
Im not the one to hand out funds
To a man or women who's quick with tongue
Niggas talking slick
And these chicks show fake love
I been known what it was

But that's not to say that I've never been
Blindsided
By a man or woman who I thought was
Forever riding

Everything comes with a cost
So I Fear what's the cost of fame
I guess the cost of change
Comes with a lot of pain
Tell me what flows in your veins

Is it bitch blood
Or real nigga
Would you switch up to snitch for a deal nigga
I tell my people
That I'm always keep it real with them

And I will get to gunning if I'm ever in the field with them
I ain't no killer but for them I'll kill something
I figured getting figures fuck around and make me feel something

Cause I been fucking all on these bitches and still don't feel nutting
And they all keep telling me they love me like I'm they kin or something

I got her Dublin back
Like it's the return of the Irish
Man I is lit
You can tell by my irises
I shit
On theses niggas
And talk that sly shit
I spit
On they graves
I hope that they die quick

Toxic
Maybe I'm only good for some nice dick
Often
My niggas get rowdy like it's a mosh pit
Coughing
This good weed a need
Fuck what the cost is
I stay focused on the green
But Suck seed what your thot did

I ain't have to go to college to absorb all this knowledge
I'm just be getting the brain
While puffing on a blunt of chronic
I'm so ghetto that even my thoughts be in Ebonics
But sophisticated enough to hang with the scholars
See I just be on it when I'm crafting all these phonics
I wouldn't call this shit a sonnet
I'm just trying to keep it honest
Don't speak on my past problems
I'm beyond it
I don't miss a single bitch
I just put pain in my songs

That right there the reason why I feel like I am the one
So I don't plan on fighting fair when I'm dealing with all of these bums
My niggas with the shits and for me I know they gonna get it done
I though I missed the bitch until I linked the bitch and got me a nut

She said she celibate I'll buy a bit from you just for fun
My boys irreverent, and violent and keeping a gun
You boys irrelevant and high as shit and low on funds
I am the Reverend, rewind this shit cause I made you my son
What I'm talking
This That boss shit
Came up from nothing and now I'm flossing get lost bitch
My drip was so bummy
Sharing clothes with all of my dawgs, bitch

Now the money coming at the pick up of a call shit
He wanna beef with me someone tell em proceed with caution
You goofy, you losing, and I'm remaining at the top of it
Kick rocks
My vehicle speeding off of the damn lot bitch
Wrist watch
Look like
Corona turned into a rock bitch

Indubitably
When they googling me
On my jubilee
Who he be
Needs to be true to me
I stand on my own two feet

Don't need you to do for me
Just a man going through his shit
Stop looking like you clueless bitch
You knew I would do this shit

Said I'm a king getting his licks in
Who steady thinking bout chicken
Down to the times that he's creepin
Can't be too pressed about cheeks
Crying over pussy the sign of a weak man
Hot Damn