2023
It's 2023 but this beat 2042
This one for the ones who ask creep for more heat i got more for you
You know steady hype the team with the bee, we the coldest crew
This girl crazy as hell she like, can i take a mold of you?
I hit the live resin flash drive
And then i get too high, it's not a lot of laws that i abide
But i don't drink when i drive
Nigga come up in my house, i got the strap and the kitchen knife
And i don't got a lot of time unless you hittin' my business line
SHOWOFFPRAISE got them business...
Hold on let me get this shit right
SHOWOFFPRAISE got them christian lines, i couldn't even think of those
Yeah they pull up to the party, but I ain't gon drink with them hoes
I'm just sipping on bacardi by myself and go home alone.
If I see a lot of cash, i need the lion's share
I'll never trust a person before I put them in a lying chair
I'll give you ten bands if you find me in bind, that's rare
(Oh the beat still going hold on)
I stay locked up in the studio that's my only kind of lair
You ain't spitting no facts like you talking through the teeth of your hair
Everything i spit crack and you should have sent that beat over here
If you wanna get racks come here i can teach you for real
Shit be sounding like macaroni when I'm beating for real
And you know to act so a tony in your future for real
This one for the ones who ask creep for more heat i got more for you
You know steady hype the team with the bee, we the coldest crew
This girl crazy as hell she like, can i take a mold of you?
I hit the live resin flash drive
And then i get too high, it's not a lot of laws that i abide
But i don't drink when i drive
Nigga come up in my house, i got the strap and the kitchen knife
And i don't got a lot of time unless you hittin' my business line
SHOWOFFPRAISE got them business...
Hold on let me get this shit right
SHOWOFFPRAISE got them christian lines, i couldn't even think of those
Yeah they pull up to the party, but I ain't gon drink with them hoes
I'm just sipping on bacardi by myself and go home alone.
If I see a lot of cash, i need the lion's share
I'll never trust a person before I put them in a lying chair
I'll give you ten bands if you find me in bind, that's rare
(Oh the beat still going hold on)
I stay locked up in the studio that's my only kind of lair
You ain't spitting no facts like you talking through the teeth of your hair
Everything i spit crack and you should have sent that beat over here
If you wanna get racks come here i can teach you for real
Shit be sounding like macaroni when I'm beating for real
And you know to act so a tony in your future for real
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Writer(s): Michael Cooley
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