Cronies

Lyrics

...give back what you owe me I see that you're still trying to own me I'm over, you're all just below me I'm not any one of your cronies I'm not any one of your cronies I'm not any one of your cronies Quit fucking around like you know me I'm not any one of your Stuck like a bird in a department store What is the word? Why do these artists forge Nothing but scorn? That's not what art is for Fuck what you heard, I'm ready to start a war Smoking indica, bumping Indicud Some would give a one, but I don't give a fuck I won't fuck your bitch, but I can be that bitch you want To them rockstars kicking fables I got something you can suck on underneath the table You're not a person, you're a money gadget for the label There's nothing in your bank account that you can use to pay dues Pay due respect to these millions You just choose your flesh, you ain't living it You're put to the test, you say you're killing it But then you forget to be vigilant I'm seven cases deep in estrogen This ain't my last, maybe the next one is Let me real quick try on whoever's dress this is Could be turned on by a fella's kiss Lord knows that's relevant Lord knows I'm heaven sent Lord made me this way And that's how I'll stay You chamber your epithets My words are Banksy, that's street art Your boys looking hard as a sweet tart You're losing again, better restart Your posing's an act, that's in three parts How could I not be the one if I'm the only one of me Bask in the sun on me How could I not just blow up leaving trails of destruction and action in front of me You better give back what you owe me I see that you're still trying to own me I'm over, you're all just below me I'm not any one of your cronies I'm not any one of your cronies I'm not any one of your cronies Quit fucking around like you know me I'm not any one of your That was all for a verse I had no idea how to begin yet Every time I invent, they invest You might get chin checked If you try to infect with your bitch threats You won't get help from Winstead You'll be laughed out the courtroom instead These are bars from the instant the boof hits I'm all about true shit I could cough and they'll lose it You put a hole in a kayak and say you're sinking a cruise ship We both know you can't do shit Just cool it I'll send you back to who delivered you Methods only the villains use Dress in rags when I do it but glow up nice for the interview Keyboard warriors get lowered in cases Show me what tildes do Put a slash in your bracket I'll take the cash 'til it's minuscule Period You hearing this? Someone let a femboy be the south shore's best lyricist? It's all about perspective You shouldn't take it so serious I hit the pen and spew cloud rap Never dropped trash, but I still know how to bounce back