CLONES (Leave Me 'Lone)
I'm out here celebrating life and living even through my darkest days
Tryna catch this feeling over mics and stack these artist plays
Devils in the details so I'm spitting like this darkness pays
Then I bring the light into the subject fore my heart decays
Murder on my mind but still I'm harmless what a false display
Levels to my devils through my calmness I depart the cage
Revel in what's heartless but my empathy could spark a wave
In me that be raging now I start to let my thoughts convey
Honest never conning which could place in me in some darker days
Flow is never modest but I'm starting to leave my heart at bay
Put it on the table still I'm guarded like I'm Johnson make
Magic with my harvest not the smartest but the part I'll play
When I'm asked to start I go the hardest throwing darts at fake
Don't debate wit those that be the farthest from my heart I stay
In my word I'm conscious still I'm open what you gotta say
Hear you even though I may not feel you let your mark display
Yeah
I'm on my carter like a marksman make
Shots I'm like a hawk I put them numbers up let's start the stakes
Betting on my progress I go farther every bar I place
In the beat my pocket like a socket I'm the plug for great
Verses I be murking out here working like my Father's Days
Tryna see my daughter grow and prosper never stop her fate
Destined to be sharper greater smarter she's a star that takes
Everything around her turns to start dust nigga
She's a survivor like Beyoncé Bey
Queens and Kings around me eating healthy never starving plates
Filled up wit the carne bitch I parlay with the bosses make
Moves to keep my Harley Quinn my martyr I go Arthur rake
Bundles like I'm Stack I'm pushing packs like Gunna for the cake
Green be multiplying money flying never talk wit flakes
Keep my money proper big shit popping hustle hard then shake
I be on the move the paper calling only calls I take
So leave a message at the tone
If you ain't be talking money then it's best you leave me lone
In my zone
The boundaries I pursue are set in stone
Ain't got time for all your bullshit ain't got time for all you clones
Leave me lone
You hit me? Leave a message at the tone
If you ain't be talking money then it's best you leave me lone
Im too grown
The fake that you pursue I can't condone
Ain't got time for all your bullshit ain't time for all you clones yeah
Tryna catch this feeling over mics and stack these artist plays
Devils in the details so I'm spitting like this darkness pays
Then I bring the light into the subject fore my heart decays
Murder on my mind but still I'm harmless what a false display
Levels to my devils through my calmness I depart the cage
Revel in what's heartless but my empathy could spark a wave
In me that be raging now I start to let my thoughts convey
Honest never conning which could place in me in some darker days
Flow is never modest but I'm starting to leave my heart at bay
Put it on the table still I'm guarded like I'm Johnson make
Magic with my harvest not the smartest but the part I'll play
When I'm asked to start I go the hardest throwing darts at fake
Don't debate wit those that be the farthest from my heart I stay
In my word I'm conscious still I'm open what you gotta say
Hear you even though I may not feel you let your mark display
Yeah
I'm on my carter like a marksman make
Shots I'm like a hawk I put them numbers up let's start the stakes
Betting on my progress I go farther every bar I place
In the beat my pocket like a socket I'm the plug for great
Verses I be murking out here working like my Father's Days
Tryna see my daughter grow and prosper never stop her fate
Destined to be sharper greater smarter she's a star that takes
Everything around her turns to start dust nigga
She's a survivor like Beyoncé Bey
Queens and Kings around me eating healthy never starving plates
Filled up wit the carne bitch I parlay with the bosses make
Moves to keep my Harley Quinn my martyr I go Arthur rake
Bundles like I'm Stack I'm pushing packs like Gunna for the cake
Green be multiplying money flying never talk wit flakes
Keep my money proper big shit popping hustle hard then shake
I be on the move the paper calling only calls I take
So leave a message at the tone
If you ain't be talking money then it's best you leave me lone
In my zone
The boundaries I pursue are set in stone
Ain't got time for all your bullshit ain't got time for all you clones
Leave me lone
You hit me? Leave a message at the tone
If you ain't be talking money then it's best you leave me lone
Im too grown
The fake that you pursue I can't condone
Ain't got time for all your bullshit ain't time for all you clones yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Kunstadt
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