Too Polite

I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
He think he pressure, nah he super light-light
He super light
He super light-light
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite

Yo, nigga word to Roach, be smoking or be passing
My name ain't Django, but I go against masses
Had him shook, he booboo'd like a pic-a-nic basket
They hear the flow crack, so they pick a new tactic
If I unmask, it'll be some sick ass shit
Ain't nothing funny but the switch, that bitch spastic
Stink face bars, you can't mint or Tic Tac it
All of this to say I can't believe I spared you bastards, goodnight

I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
He think he pressure, nah he super light-light
He super light
He super light-light
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite

Hold up
Yo let me put this nugget in the grinder for some niggas have to find ya
These niggas pussier than gyno, but I ain't got the time though
Matter of fact, I ain't doing coke, but boy, don't I do these lines though
My pen game blowing my mind into another time zone
You gotta come with more than subs to fuck with the kid, Jared
I ain't making salad, but copping some mean carats
Wrote a couple ballads, some of them I ain't sharing
Baby, I'm the manager, tell them that they Karens
Goodbye

I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
He think he pressure, nah he super light-light
He super light
He super light-light
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite
I'm too polite
I'm too polite-lite



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Writer(s): Maliq Smith
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