Gotta Second

20's up, 30's plus
I don't gossip, I just like green in a bag no tea
It gotta be like worth my time if I pop out or its a fee
If I don't like you it's on sight that's the only way I see
Count your blessings every day cause tomorrow's never given

Never promised I can show you how it all goes away
Dawg really wanna be on my bad side today
This ain't up for discussion see these drums my percussion
If your body language's wrong you got a second to correct it
We in the lead, I know I'm dope
I'm on a triple scale, okay, on the beat eat like a buffet
Way too chilled out of the way I'm on liftoff
I read between them lines don't get me pissed off
I'm with this shit, dawg, my flow been wet just like a spitball

Up the score, on them ring the bell, everything for sale
She got a BBL, but askin' me, cash for nails
Her bag says Chanel, but the loot don't match her intel
Transparent, wanna know her mind, brain, dumb as hell
B-Benji's up blue belaire, a lot of things in here bizarre
Out of my element, drove too far, beep, beep, beep, I'm back to the car
Blow some sticky shit, smell that skunk, that's a 90s flick
Mama was a gangsta, Auntie Rose used to have the switch
Uncle Lee had the choppers, different types of sticks will mop ya
Where you from, don't determine how you come out not your outro
Grown as hell, elevate its up
That's a subject matter, cease the chatter
They ain't fuckin' with me, reach me with no ladder

Never promised I can show you how it all goes away
Dawg really wanna be on my bad side today
This ain't up for discussion see these drums my percussion
If your body language's wrong you got a second to correct it
We in the lead
30s up
30s up
40s up
50s up



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Writer(s): Tim Mamon
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