Read 'Em And Weep

Lyrics

Fire I'm about to make it rise up Guess who's gonna ignite, the flames (1st Verse) They gonna say anything they want but they're just mad I got a different program I'm used to getting it out the mud, this flow will flip a whole gram Walk in the party and I'm finna turn this bitch up even if I don't dance But she still feel the gun on my hip when I'm grinding to a slow jam I always stay in point, hoping to see me slip must've been your favorite dream Maybe you got that thought in your head from always sipping your favorite lean Trying to cancel my kind gonna take too long, no time to make it clean 'Cuz I'm like this in person, I don't hell cut or need to fakе a scene You play goody two shoes, bitch, I'm trying to sin You'rе okay with a consolation prize, I'm trying to win Put it on me, my movement's mean and go so official Gilligans don't want the smoke, and if they do, it's an S.O.S. signal And we all knowing that talk is cheap Since you like to pillow talk, I could just knocc you out and leave you talking in your sleep Take it how you want, no I ain't toxic I just talk sicc No holding bacc, yo, I got this, welcome to the dealer's mosh pit (Chorus) Like nothing you ever heard Everything changes if I gotta serve Nothing like you ever seen I'm about to flip the game over, read 'em and weep (Repeat twice) (2nd Verse) The average rapper speaks about lifestyles that they really ain't living It's hard to believe you when you're mumbling, or trying to sound tough in every sentence Most of y'all just play too much, just front for the stage I can put money your head like a dollar sign was shaved in your fade And I don't care what fake O.G. is giving rank to you punks Say my name wrong, you will get burned, even get shanked on your bunk Pedestrians will tell you they seen me before with a draco or a pump With the same locs who smoke like chimneys, smell like dank with a skunk I'm bringing the funk, cuz that's something you haven't heard in a while Got succas catching domestic violence cases cuz his main one likes my style You better cuff her cuz I'll do her like coffee I'll make her cream on that pussy, then drink it up when I make her mocha latte Can't nobody stop these forces, even if you did call law enforcement Till the day I'm turned to a corpse it's up from here with burning torches You checc the score quicc, but I'm checcing the bank account That's something you really need to think about, ah ahh (Chorus)