Frndly
I got room in my chest to say
You criticize my everyday
I got my fist up
Its friendly fades
Don't get it mixed up
I do not play
I know i'm on top of you
The way I stack impossible(s)
I know I might find the truth
If I look to deep in all the clues
But I just stay in my own shoes
These my fucking desert boots
Big big stepping I'm breaking through
Its so hard to notice you
I was naive but I paid my dues
Halfway empty or halfway full
Dose it change your world view
Or dose it change your revenue
Blood on the floor these residue
From all these fights I get in too
Mental battle like kung fu
Don't throw a punch if you can't move
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't start a fight that you can't finish up
Baby don't you see that i'm the finisher
I know I got
room for one more
You said sit down
I don't do none of my chores
Ive been lazy, but
What can you say, to change
My point of view, my life
Is up to you
Residue stuck on, my fucking shoe
Bubble gum, bitch you
Is fucking done
I got room in my chest to say
You criticize my everyday
I got my fist up
Its friendly fades
Don't get it mixed up
I do not play
You criticize my everyday
I got my fist up
Its friendly fades
Don't get it mixed up
I do not play
I know i'm on top of you
The way I stack impossible(s)
I know I might find the truth
If I look to deep in all the clues
But I just stay in my own shoes
These my fucking desert boots
Big big stepping I'm breaking through
Its so hard to notice you
I was naive but I paid my dues
Halfway empty or halfway full
Dose it change your world view
Or dose it change your revenue
Blood on the floor these residue
From all these fights I get in too
Mental battle like kung fu
Don't throw a punch if you can't move
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't start a fight that you can't finish up
Baby don't you see that i'm the finisher
I know I got
room for one more
You said sit down
I don't do none of my chores
Ive been lazy, but
What can you say, to change
My point of view, my life
Is up to you
Residue stuck on, my fucking shoe
Bubble gum, bitch you
Is fucking done
I got room in my chest to say
You criticize my everyday
I got my fist up
Its friendly fades
Don't get it mixed up
I do not play
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Shuler
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