Casual To Casuals
Sting from the top rope nigga I'm slammed
Put it on the spam charge ten for the gram
Shot it broad day but the mech got jammed
Nineteen days with the vid no cam
I jogged back home spent time with the fam
Doubled back hard no cover two man
Pop back out when the money shows hands
I pray for rain when I hit my dance
I cross all plays and I see both ways
I dominate games like three times eight
I made my bed and the bets got laid
I dream intense like a Powerball game
I run so hard my breath out of breathe
So all that's left is a poker face
I take regrets turn into respect
Like a fake shoe showing I rep all day motherfucker
Think I'm lil man oh that's laughable
All the warning signs you hear about me yea they're factual
Rolling up in black no funeral I just move tactical
Ain't no nerfing me I guess I'm causal to causals
Incline steady gradual
If you ain't tapped in yet really I'm just feeling bad for you
Two faces like Zamasu my punches yea I pack a few
Chancey Billups how I feel I'm causal to casuals
Beam on the block see the light not god
Get tight if an opp wanna line that charge
Devastating and my red sight might be a prob
Tapping into a shark aka young Marc
Who can knock it out the park if the call gets dropped
But still touch base overseas coast guard
Too real for a cut or bench just start
Or appeal for the luck in a pinch that part
I been trynna get hip to the new type vibe
But I still can't ride cause I'm jhi not it
So I tell my side only through my eyes
And your optics lied if you say I ain't shit
I don't talk I speak I don't drop I leak I don't punch I piece if the hit say mid
Took me a few minutes getting right Thibs
You mad I'm random on the note like libs woah
Think I'm lil man oh that's laughable
All the warning signs you hear about me yea they're factual
Rolling up in black no funeral I just move tactical
Ain't no nerfing me I guess I'm causal to causals
Incline steady gradual
If you ain't tapped in yet really I'm just feeling bad for you
Two faces like Zamasu my punches yea I pack a few
Chancey Billups how I feel I'm causal to casuals
I'm just having fun
Target on the run
Monster with the tongue
Icarus under the sun
Either fly or dying young
Smart and stressed or going dumb
Doesn't matter picking one doesn't matter picking one
Pick your poison
George Pickens
Either way you can catch this fade
Cunning points when I feel like Cade
Charlemagne when I'm throwing shade
Getting hip to the kid who sick
No sickle cell just syncopate
Sickle cell just syncopate
Put it on the spam charge ten for the gram
Shot it broad day but the mech got jammed
Nineteen days with the vid no cam
I jogged back home spent time with the fam
Doubled back hard no cover two man
Pop back out when the money shows hands
I pray for rain when I hit my dance
I cross all plays and I see both ways
I dominate games like three times eight
I made my bed and the bets got laid
I dream intense like a Powerball game
I run so hard my breath out of breathe
So all that's left is a poker face
I take regrets turn into respect
Like a fake shoe showing I rep all day motherfucker
Think I'm lil man oh that's laughable
All the warning signs you hear about me yea they're factual
Rolling up in black no funeral I just move tactical
Ain't no nerfing me I guess I'm causal to causals
Incline steady gradual
If you ain't tapped in yet really I'm just feeling bad for you
Two faces like Zamasu my punches yea I pack a few
Chancey Billups how I feel I'm causal to casuals
Beam on the block see the light not god
Get tight if an opp wanna line that charge
Devastating and my red sight might be a prob
Tapping into a shark aka young Marc
Who can knock it out the park if the call gets dropped
But still touch base overseas coast guard
Too real for a cut or bench just start
Or appeal for the luck in a pinch that part
I been trynna get hip to the new type vibe
But I still can't ride cause I'm jhi not it
So I tell my side only through my eyes
And your optics lied if you say I ain't shit
I don't talk I speak I don't drop I leak I don't punch I piece if the hit say mid
Took me a few minutes getting right Thibs
You mad I'm random on the note like libs woah
Think I'm lil man oh that's laughable
All the warning signs you hear about me yea they're factual
Rolling up in black no funeral I just move tactical
Ain't no nerfing me I guess I'm causal to causals
Incline steady gradual
If you ain't tapped in yet really I'm just feeling bad for you
Two faces like Zamasu my punches yea I pack a few
Chancey Billups how I feel I'm causal to casuals
I'm just having fun
Target on the run
Monster with the tongue
Icarus under the sun
Either fly or dying young
Smart and stressed or going dumb
Doesn't matter picking one doesn't matter picking one
Pick your poison
George Pickens
Either way you can catch this fade
Cunning points when I feel like Cade
Charlemagne when I'm throwing shade
Getting hip to the kid who sick
No sickle cell just syncopate
Sickle cell just syncopate
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Ose Boakye, Marcus Greene
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