Scat Music

Big SSO shit nigga, SSO Kyro nigga, really built for this shit nigga
You catch me zoning out in space, I'm thinking bout them Benjis
You gon' always see me smile, yet my soul empty
Niggas know I'm next to blow, that's why they start to envy

But I'm just doing something right, I wish a nigga tempt me
One day God whispered in my ear, said I'm the chosen one
Ain't going back and forth with cornball niggas, that be posting guns
You don't think we really having shit, ain't having motion huh?

I can show my ass but I'm too humble so I ain't showing none
When I'm alone that's when I'm focused, I'm really at my best
I smoke the ease to rage inside my head, the smoke fill up my chest
You play with me and try to make me mad, you better wear a vest

The way I chase the pape, wait what is sleep, I never heard of rest
When I blow up don't say I'm acting weird, you is not my homie
Don't care if we was in the same class, nigga you don't know me
Sometimes my nigga pull some weird shit, but I'll still kill for brodie

You better show respect, don't choose your fate, just watch how you approach me
Pillow talking to these hoes, why y'all niggas perping?
Go ahead and point the beam on Snapchat, we know y'all Glock a virgin
You put a K behind that SSO, lights out we come through purging

Remember poppin Xans, to clear what I felt, it was never working
Don't gotta ask me, you don't think I got it, but it's on me, bitch I pack heat
Niggas in the field they running laps like it's a track meet
Spanish bitch she told me go pialo, got her bag beat, I'm where the bag be

I'm on the road, I'm walking all alone, this weight up on my shoulders
When I struggle, I still make a way, I'm one of God's soldiers
I left my heart on ice for way too long, it got a lot colder
And every time you see me I be cooked, bitch I am never sober

I heard your song, but you ain't built like that, you need to stop rapping
You got them bows, but ain't busting shit down, you need to stop trapping
Say you stepping, but that resume say different, you need to stop acting
The fact these niggas cap bout little shit, I cannot jack it

These diamonds losing value nowadays, so I'ma cop the gold
My mama see me break these hoes hearts, she say you getting bold
You copped a plea deal and got bailed out, know for a fact you told
I'm not surprised when niggas hit that room, they always bound to fold

If I'm ever down bad on my ass, would you wait for me?
I cut your song off in five seconds, cause it was straight corny
I live a rockstar life, I told Ma Dukes you gotta pray for me
I ain't gotta ask, Lil Jayy get on your ass, he catch a case for me

I just, I just, I just took a flight to Cali, I caught jet lag
You speaking on my name, then check the facts, or I'ma check that
I'ma tell you once, won't tell you twice, I've been addressed that
I don't care about your main nigga, but I respect that

I'm feeling like I'm about to go insane, don't wanna stress no more
That nigga blew a bag, fucked up his grind, he can't get fresh no more
I'll take your bitch without saying a word, I can finesse your hoe
He tried to understand, but I don't think this nigga got a head no more

This that I'ma dance on the Whitney and sprinkle crack music
That rob a nigga for his pack, can't get it back music
That I just poured a 8th it's in my cup, I'm sipping act music
That put that money up inside the safe, I chase a rack music

Go 150 in the Cat, the seat laid back, this that scat music
That cut a nigga off
Cause I ain't fucking with a rat music. That hopping out on feet
You walk him down and hit his hat music
That we don't do no talking
We don't do no tit for tat music