Lyrics

[Verse] Hold the jam, in her head she wants to hold his hand Even though he's bolder than Arrow B arrow in a genius annotation She thinks he colder than, a man who molds a plan His soul in tact, they rolling back She knowing that, he throwing that Throw it at 'em, know I'm better now Young boy hates to shout But he wants some clout Honey sweeter now You know what this about Life's a roundabout It's time to hand it out None y'all make it out The body's taken out Why you faking now? Down the lake and out Pow the rake and shout You wanna feel good But you fucking can't 'Cause you from the hood But you shining like a lamp Building up your ego like a ramp Now your papa has turned into a tramp You gotta find a safe place for the night A place to hold camp Am I right? Your life has turned to shite But just think that you might Make it out in the morning You yawning, you survived No more time to take a life Atleast you're alright Atleast you're alive But you gotta grab the knife 'Cause in this fucking life You gotta get a sight Of the stuff in this world every night I wrap for you to munch I rap for you and a bunch But most rapper nowdays prefer to lean over it and hunch I'm not one to judge, if you like to eat a Fudge But I'll tap you with a nudge But most likely you will not budge 'Cause you're putting on that new 645AR album That's the thing you motherfuckers wanna turn up the volume On these wack-ass record then you taking the valium But I've used those rhymes before so this is out of order Filling up these songs with verses like I'm a hoarder But I'm raising the bar like you raised your daughter But y'all praising the stars like you phase your orders But I'm getting sick of this now You're being sick on the crowd You licking the dawg But you think they give a fuck? You gotta ride 'round like a truck Gotta clean up your act like muck Heat up the tower like a cook (Fuck) You gotta write with no hook You gotta prove that you don't suck And you do it with no luck Someone says "Hey look it's success!" You refuse to see, but then they say "No, look!" And you see your fucking chance No need to fucking prance No need to make a dance We don't need another Drake Shoot your shots like the Lake's 'Cause even though you filled with hate You still got me, your best mate I gotta press F so big up shout out to Nate Every night, gotta stay up very late Gotta fix any mistakes You gotta find the master that'd make you a saint