2008 / Better In Person
Okay
Okay
Okay
K
Turn me up sum
Cant see how u cant see it
U think cause u conceited
Im being so sincere
Talk to me like thats your hair
When u talk dont raise your voice
Watch it all burn
And they prolly rejoice
I had no choices
I had to get from the dirt
Had to get off the earth
Had to know my worth
Cant find me
If theres no invoice
When i pull up deep
All they heads start to turn
I'm on two feet
Where the hell
U finna run?
(like where the hell u finna run)
Can't see how u can't see it
U think cause u conceited
Im being so sincere
Talk to me like thats your hair
When u talk don't raise your voice
Watch it all burn
And they prolly rejoice
I had no choices
I had to get from the dirt
Now i watch it go up
In flames
She want lick me
Like Flava Flav
More time
Jus mean more chains
No time to explain
I jus need one chance
If i'd knew you would change
But i see that was always in your plan
Now u stay in your place like a fan
Got this FN for niggas who dare
I been keeping too real i can tell
But i jus can't lie to your face
I'm not tryna stick around
Tryna get gone with no trace
They wanna be 007
I been paid since 2008
(in recession still had money)
(think they would take sum from me)
(now they mad let's all go hunting)
(let's all go hunting)
(now they mad let's all go hunting)
One heart
One soul
She keep tryna do the impossible
If looks could kill
I could prolly turn yo ass to stone
A-all these niggas
Sound like shit
What u rapping for?
Like what u maxing for?
Like what u asking for?
Yea
Fuck
Yeah i knew i'd be here
On purpose
She tryna get those angles perfect
But u look better in person
Yeah my head screwed on
Ain't working
Gotta cut they heads
They serpent
In the rafters
They burning your jersey
I ain't think they'd switch
That early
Fucking this bitch off 30
Fucking this bitch yeah off perc 30
Yeah
Got in this bitch so early
Got in this bitch
And the birds still chirping
And y'all niggas still talking
Why in the fuck is y'all niggas
Still talking
U ain't got nun in your wallet
U ain't got nun
In your fucking pocket
One heart
One soul
She keep tryna do the impossible
If looks could kill
I could prolly turn yo ass to stone
A-all these niggas
Sound like shit
What u rapping for?
Like what u maxing for?
Like what u asking for?
Yea
Fuck
(yeah i knew i'd be here)
(on purpose)
(she tryna get those angles perfect)
(but u look better in person)
(yeah my head screwed on)
(ain't working)
(gotta cut they heads)
(they serpent)
(in the rafters)
(they burning your jersey)
(i ain't think they'd switch)
(that early)
Okay
Okay
K
Turn me up sum
Cant see how u cant see it
U think cause u conceited
Im being so sincere
Talk to me like thats your hair
When u talk dont raise your voice
Watch it all burn
And they prolly rejoice
I had no choices
I had to get from the dirt
Had to get off the earth
Had to know my worth
Cant find me
If theres no invoice
When i pull up deep
All they heads start to turn
I'm on two feet
Where the hell
U finna run?
(like where the hell u finna run)
Can't see how u can't see it
U think cause u conceited
Im being so sincere
Talk to me like thats your hair
When u talk don't raise your voice
Watch it all burn
And they prolly rejoice
I had no choices
I had to get from the dirt
Now i watch it go up
In flames
She want lick me
Like Flava Flav
More time
Jus mean more chains
No time to explain
I jus need one chance
If i'd knew you would change
But i see that was always in your plan
Now u stay in your place like a fan
Got this FN for niggas who dare
I been keeping too real i can tell
But i jus can't lie to your face
I'm not tryna stick around
Tryna get gone with no trace
They wanna be 007
I been paid since 2008
(in recession still had money)
(think they would take sum from me)
(now they mad let's all go hunting)
(let's all go hunting)
(now they mad let's all go hunting)
One heart
One soul
She keep tryna do the impossible
If looks could kill
I could prolly turn yo ass to stone
A-all these niggas
Sound like shit
What u rapping for?
Like what u maxing for?
Like what u asking for?
Yea
Fuck
Yeah i knew i'd be here
On purpose
She tryna get those angles perfect
But u look better in person
Yeah my head screwed on
Ain't working
Gotta cut they heads
They serpent
In the rafters
They burning your jersey
I ain't think they'd switch
That early
Fucking this bitch off 30
Fucking this bitch yeah off perc 30
Yeah
Got in this bitch so early
Got in this bitch
And the birds still chirping
And y'all niggas still talking
Why in the fuck is y'all niggas
Still talking
U ain't got nun in your wallet
U ain't got nun
In your fucking pocket
One heart
One soul
She keep tryna do the impossible
If looks could kill
I could prolly turn yo ass to stone
A-all these niggas
Sound like shit
What u rapping for?
Like what u maxing for?
Like what u asking for?
Yea
Fuck
(yeah i knew i'd be here)
(on purpose)
(she tryna get those angles perfect)
(but u look better in person)
(yeah my head screwed on)
(ain't working)
(gotta cut they heads)
(they serpent)
(in the rafters)
(they burning your jersey)
(i ain't think they'd switch)
(that early)
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Writer(s): Troy James-veale
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