Righteous Intentions
Baby, keep your hand on your pistol and head on a swivel
These haters hate you because you make this shit look good and you stand on principles
I'm proud of you, daddy
Now go make some more haters
Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me
If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em
I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy
She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty
Just bought two pair of coke whites
I was drawing up plays on slow nights
All the goofies hate my guts, that's life
If it's on, when you see me take flight
Pardon me for upholding the code
I seen niggas that I love, turn into foes
I seen business ruin friendships lower yo tone
Are we out here chasing clout or we scoring to own
Man I swear I got the humblest soul
Man, I swear I'm trigger happy when I'm knowing it's on
If you think that's cap, nigga, test that theory
I just walked in and it just got eerie
What we on, I be on business, shit how the day go
Legitimate endeavors
Used to run through the yayo
Doing 55 down, Paseo, I'm in a hurry
Efficient when I pull up and shoot it like Steph Curry
It's bigger than rap, you can believe it or not
Might put the bitch on game if I believe in the thot
We be boarding them flights, we be scheming a lot
Smack a nigga with this four, you gon' get even or not
Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me
If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em
I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy
She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty
Just bought two pair of coke whites
I was drawing up plays on slow nights
All the goofies hate my guts, that's life
If it's on, when you see me take flight
May my kills be righteous, don't need no vices
I'm only traveling, I don't need no license
This dunya ain't nothing but play and amusement
These niggas talk a lot, but they never do shit
They cappin' on the gram, ca-cappin' on the gram
Haven't packed a Smith and Wesson since the last one jammed
Trappin' in the slam, we was trappin' the slam
Bitch, I'm really mob, I ain't gotta show my hand
Going through the playbook, it's fourth and goal
Gotta trust your instincts when it's forks and roads
Them haters gon' talk, that's how them busters roll
He started pissing on his self when I upped my pole
Cause he know that I ain't got a problem squeezing
Take the head off a so-called demon
Take the head off a so-called demon
These haters hate you because you make this shit look good and you stand on principles
I'm proud of you, daddy
Now go make some more haters
Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me
If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em
I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy
She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty
Just bought two pair of coke whites
I was drawing up plays on slow nights
All the goofies hate my guts, that's life
If it's on, when you see me take flight
Pardon me for upholding the code
I seen niggas that I love, turn into foes
I seen business ruin friendships lower yo tone
Are we out here chasing clout or we scoring to own
Man I swear I got the humblest soul
Man, I swear I'm trigger happy when I'm knowing it's on
If you think that's cap, nigga, test that theory
I just walked in and it just got eerie
What we on, I be on business, shit how the day go
Legitimate endeavors
Used to run through the yayo
Doing 55 down, Paseo, I'm in a hurry
Efficient when I pull up and shoot it like Steph Curry
It's bigger than rap, you can believe it or not
Might put the bitch on game if I believe in the thot
We be boarding them flights, we be scheming a lot
Smack a nigga with this four, you gon' get even or not
Ay, niggas never step on me, but they hate on me
If it get too heavy, I'mma lay on'em
I roll spliffs, take trips, and get feddy
She ordered swine, so I blocked her, I'm petty
Just bought two pair of coke whites
I was drawing up plays on slow nights
All the goofies hate my guts, that's life
If it's on, when you see me take flight
May my kills be righteous, don't need no vices
I'm only traveling, I don't need no license
This dunya ain't nothing but play and amusement
These niggas talk a lot, but they never do shit
They cappin' on the gram, ca-cappin' on the gram
Haven't packed a Smith and Wesson since the last one jammed
Trappin' in the slam, we was trappin' the slam
Bitch, I'm really mob, I ain't gotta show my hand
Going through the playbook, it's fourth and goal
Gotta trust your instincts when it's forks and roads
Them haters gon' talk, that's how them busters roll
He started pissing on his self when I upped my pole
Cause he know that I ain't got a problem squeezing
Take the head off a so-called demon
Take the head off a so-called demon
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Writer(s): Kush Lamma
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