Lyrics

[Skit] *Heavy breathing* Bring your ass back here! Bro, I tell you… Just where the fuck you think you goin', nigga? (Fuck you goin', man?) Fuck you think you goin'? Niggas is actin' different, you know? Bring your ass From the greener grass again [Verse 1] Told myself I wasn't made for the dish rag Went to DC, and dropped funnel in my zigzag Dip pass, givin' them Spanish Mommies whiplash Grip ass, break 'em off fast like a Kit-Kat Flip that, make it double up, we could split that Chit chat, free holdin' motherfuckin' lips back Sit back, give you that game in the gift wrap If you really want it, write it down, you could get that This that motherfuckin' feel good When the rap hit your soul like it still should Back when niggas did other shit than pop Xans Back when rap wasn't made for the pop fans In the party, gettin' faded, fuck politickin' Walk in, hoes lookin' like they baller stricken I ain't ballin', but it's funny how it work, though They hear the flow and they be knowin' that I'm worth more Then all the shit they tried to play me with When they was eatin', all they let me do was babysit I give a fuck about you niggas on the shady shit 'Cause word 'bout another nigga never made me shit, bitch! I gotta get it, get it, I got it, that's on God So everytime I spit it and flip it, they gon' nod The people tell me I really kill it, I go hard So Imma need to chill in the villa with Goyard And all this pain and shit that I thrive from I heard the best art is the shit that you die from I'm livin' out the lines and the rhythm of my drum I be searchin' in my heart for the arc when the tide come I, shit heal, that's the manic aesthetic Everything I ever felt, you could bet it, I said it I be duckin' all the bullshit, it's deeply imbeded They thinkin' rap niggas real 'cause they read it on Reddit Forever indebted to rappers who preservin' the real Niggas talkin' aggressive with them conservative feels So whenever I'm rappin', it got a certain appeal 'Cause even hurtin' for meals, I was never hurtin' for deals I just hurt my fingers with snappin', snappin' the neck of a rapper Man, I'm the best of you bastards, you're just professional slackers Got the bite of a raptor, peep the height and the stature You can see that I'm master, my shit was meant for the masters Burn bridges just to make heat No playin', man, you niggas better take seats And I ain't with the corny rappin' or the fake beef See you makin' moves, now the pussies wanna make peace Well, damn, peace to 'em, man, I wish 'em the best Just give me that ten Mil', you could give 'em the rest Everybody wanna get it 'til they feelin' distress Ride through the part of town where you needin' a vest It ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it Got me feelin' like fluid, I just go with the flow Inhale, exhale with a throat full of dope Probably burn the whole thang just to cope with the mope Can't keep a chap down, 'cause we built to last Toast to the brave-hearted, please tilt your glass Make a livin', not a beat, and the odds beatin' the clock Why you at the crib watchin' the game beatin' your cock? I was runnin' through the wild, now the nigga lookin' handsome Can't no motherfucker tell me I ain't really the man Nigga lookin' handsome, can't no motherfucker tell me I ain't really the man [Interlude] Fuck you mean? Boy (Shit) [Verse 2] And as the wave continues, we pack venues In hopes to fix our surroundings From shootings and drownings and misery that was certainly loved my company Buck could never comfort me so I must go Far beyond my zone of comfort and familiarity 'Cause tranquility's ranned in me, as a youth, I swear to be All I could be as we move from project barracks to military bases To college campus and back again Where they take young niggas and pack 'em in That mental packagin' that'll have you slangin' crack again It's a goddamn shame, you a goddamn lie It's a goddamn shame, and you a goddamn lie Must be goddamn high for trippin' out your goddamn mind Nigga, got me fucked up