Gritty

Stop it uhhh
Why the false prophets always making real profit? (Why?)
Why the real prophets always out here really starving?
You niggas not cut from my cloth
They can't even go shop where I cop my garments
Got this shit out of my consciousness
Sinchy on everyone I'm involved with
I got a blunt in my mouth and her mouth on my crotch
Shawty givin' me consciousness
Ain't givin' shawty no compliments
Already proficient in confidence

These buckets I'm droppin' these bitches
And then ain't nobody acknowledging it.
Them buckets I'm droppin' these bitches
And then ain't nobody acknowledging this shit.

This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
Young nigga fuckin' on a bad bitch–bad bitch bitch hoe
Lil' shawty kissed it
This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!

What she want a bit of E?
What she want a bite to eat?
Lost track of the days
Runnin' in haze

What she want a bit of E?
What she want a bite to eat?
Lost track of the days
Runnin' in haze

She geeked up off the E!
She geeked up Magazine!

She geeked up off the E!
She geeked up Magazine!

She think this shit Vogue
Gotta keep this shit vague
They ain't know I went rogue
Lil' shawty takin' off her bra

I ain't even got A K
I think I'm a vigilante 'cause I'm knocking down Lois Lane

This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
Young nigga fuckin' on a bad bitch–bad bitch bitch hoe
Lil' shawty kissed it

This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
Young nigga fuckin' on a bad bitch–bad bitch bitch hoe
Lil' shawty kissed it!

This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
Young nigga fuckin' on a bad bitch–bad bitch bitch hoe
Lil' shawty kissed it!

This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!
This shit too surrealistic!



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