Pits

Straight up from the bottom got me jumping out the pits
Bitch I had to get it ever since I was a jit
Never been the one to try to please ya whole clique
They know the boy dope it's like they fucking nose itch
Don't fuck with these rappers homie that ain't no diss
Give a damn about chain I don't need a gold wrist
Be ready to go it's heavy I be up with both fists
Middle fingers to the world and everyone on hoe shit
Ain't no back and forth leave your pride at the door
Gone try to get up to this level but they run short
Lotta greedy fucks son you just really want more
Bout to see a couple bodies hit the muthafuckin floor
Locked inside the dark like a cave man
Done glowed up since a youngin but I'm the same man
Back in 2016 this was the game plan
Too consistent bitch I never take a break damn

Ima set the world on fire when I drop
Don't compare me to nobody bitch I got it on lock
This a fuckin bomb that headed straight to ya top
Got me on my toes homie I should stay with the Glock, homie do not approach
Breaking and rolling then smoking to a roach
I'm in the studio still going with the flows
Know that I got the flame it's like I'm posted with the pole
I gotta take a couple steps been getting closer to the goal but they just wanna see me fold
I keep up with the pace
Be wiping off the dust from all the dirt thrown on my name
They tryna bring down the vibe said get the fuck out of my face
Swerving in my own lane there ain't nobody to replace
Catch me out the mix I'm tryna make the next move
Really be about my shit I ain't the one to step to
Chaos it's corrupt I'm rising out the cesspool
Take cover make room it's a fuckin refuge



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Writer(s): Zachary Rotz
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