Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, 1, 2, 3 [Verse 1] Sitting down at the table Sipping Crown, fuck chasers Kicking songs off for ages Skill's the strong tall remainder I eat beats 'cause I'm I-N-D-I-E And I keep it going 'til I rot stiff I don't give a fuck about a single motherfucker's reputation coming at me when they looking like a fish Step in the booth never feeling cautious Love it backstage as I'm feeling nauseous I never got booed, they don't think I'm not sick When I get my penmanship up I'll be simply toxic Addicted to Hip Hop 'til I'm not hip Point me where the closest Coconut Ciroc is Every hater when they try to throw a shot miss My optics are locked in to knock hits So tell me who knows now I just wanted y'all to be so proud But you just can't see what I chose Or why I wanted to choose it, so I just had to go now I learned how the road is a joke now I burned all my old dirty clothes now You heard what I told & surfed on your own I'm searching for gold in my soul now, (Grrrr-Agh!) I got to get gone Gotta form a good plot to get shown 'Til I'm sitting on top of that throne Maybe finally props will get thrown at me People, we stop and get blown Some people love Hip Hop, but still Stones get paid homage As often as told (Think about it) These prophets get old after longer Your eyes have been closed all too often The clock has been rolled over tocking And constantly broke when we got it Your time just gets sold, death if profit Just watch and get woke 'Cause it's commonly locked and then closed In the guarded room off the braided rope It's surrounded with lots of paved road [Hook] Sitting down at the table, sipping Crown, fuck chasers Kicking songs off for ages, skill's the strong tall remainder Sitting down at the table (Table, table, table, table, table) Sipping Crown, fuck chasers (Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers) [Verse 2] All of my homies are saying to cut the cable and I'm not really able 'Cause every weekend I drink myself under the table You know this shit isn't a fable, woah Everytime I meet a local rapper, they be trying to have sex with all my exes The sad thing is I just watch it happen Bitches go gaga over arms that flex quick Y'all should get this All my friends think I'm a laughingstock until a bar room check hits Funny thing is I don't think I'm shit until I chill in my room and start to pen shit I'm coughing vengeance on the soft pretenders They don't stop and listen, I don't want attention And I'm not just begging Cause the plot is thicker than a pot of grits next to hot ass biscuits I wake up, pay the water bill Then I go to work looking for parts to drill While I spend the whole day tryna charge my skill I come home & emcees I start to kill Rap is in my heart for real I started thinking I'mma grab another dart this year While I lowkey stuff Pop-Tarts with pills And come back with a wallet full of hard-earned bills I don't get anything in my vicinity, better retreat All of these haters are lurking I watch 'em, I give 'em a treat Take a dive into my cranium, maybe you're living in peace Tackle a heckling spectator Peddle him into the street That's what you get for the way that you shitted all over my dreams How can you say that the vision is crumbling up at the seems What do you got that I want in your pocket that's better for me? Pick him up, bag him up, tie him & drag him & bring him to me Pick 'em apart, I drip with the sauce Stiff are the bodies I killed at the park Bitches will bark but this is assault The way that I kick it make women just stop I spit 'em some bars until they lose bras Some call me crazy, I feel I'm in charge My knife will get slid on a rock up until it is sharp I dig into skin and they pause Hide 'em in the floor board then they finally deceased They don't wanna see me bring the shiner to deplete Run around and see you wear designer and repeat Bump EKwesco, you might just get to leave (Bang bang!) Shots ringing down the hall (Pow pow!) Bullets whizzing through the stall (Blakakakakakakak!) Where's your balls? I thought you said you would kill a shooter dog Bring it up to me, I want all the smoke You can't even see what I gotta tote You can't say I'm small, bigger guys I throw So if you're my size you might just wanna go Feast when I write, better recognize Beast on the mic, ever energized We slaughter hype, never simplified Cheat all the time 'til you get a prize [Hook] Sitting down at the table, sipping Crown, fuck chasers Kicking songs off for ages, skill's the strong tall remainder Sitting down at the table (Table, table, table, table, table) Sipping Crown, fuck chasers (Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers) [Repeat]