St. James

You got a lot to say
But you still refuse to show it
I know it, you fake motherfucker
Still stuck on every single word I've spoken
I got that disease, that
'Is he about to fucking blow it?'
Minds a mess and the message
I'll say a little slower

Dead right I got the sight
Tsukuyomi
Three stripes on my mind
Yeah you fucking know me

Pound for pound y'all ain't shit to me
On the low yeah they all see
I got some news
You aim to lose don't try to fight
Go and cock the nine
And get ya head right

Fake streams fake dreams
What you tryna be me?
You got some cream yeah?
Tell me how it fits in the scheme
I got you caught up
You just bought in on a wave to be seen
Routine, cut the seams
Stay the fuck out my scene

Imma stick to my theme
Imma say what I mean
Cut your bitch ass out
We got the means

Pound for pound y'all ain't shit to me
On the low yeah they all see
I got some news
You aim to lose don't try to fight
Go and cock the nine
And get ya head right



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Writer(s): Zachery Greatorex
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