[Verse 1]
Hey yo I’m 24 now and got plenty more styles
The city got me dizzy sipping Henny tore down
Many more smiles on these fake sisters’ faces
I can taste it, face it like liquor wasted
I been in sicker places, brawls and states
I’m trying to eat, you can’t borrow my plate
Only for tomorrow I wait, eternal bread swallow my faith
Rap journal bled every time I follow mistakes
I swear to God I’m too blessed to ever swear to God
Unless my fear of God was forever lost
And death is on the other side, present in a mother’s cry
Resting in your lover’s eye and slept on his lullabies
But you don’t wanna die like I don’t wanna kill you
And you ain’t gotta rhyme cause don’t nobody feel you
When will you realise I ? with a real crew
? poppy, that ain’t the real you
[Chorus]
Fuck that, do that
Here the man come with the anthem, hands up
Break you off love, love, give you something to feel
[Verse 2]
I got the undefeated hook, the young conceited look
You’d rather beat it than get puss, you beat around the bush
I’m in the casino with the same blade that cut Gino
Same blade man made, cut it up like Primo
Flows stay flooded up like Nemo
Got my chick studded up in Speedos
Trying to have my way like Carlito
She going far like Deepthroat, not a show star or hero
Get hard when I see dough
This just an obsession, disrupt my session
I’m in a cut loading up busting my weapon
So sick I’m throwing up functions and lessons
So quick I’m growing up, it’s nothing I’m destined
And you blushing cause you know I’m impressing
Clubbing got me sweating, loving got me stressing
I ain’t bugging while you thugging with your Wesson
Them run-ins with them youngins got you running like a Stetson
And I’m repping the 412, still rest in the 412
Even though I stay out of state with a date straight out the gate
Looking like a million bucks straight out the bank
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I got a problem with women and spending dough
I got a problem with the women that spending my dough
From the friend to the foe, they won’t let a nigga blow
Bringing up the past, no they won’t let a nigga grow
Now my patience is short like a midget on the court
Trying to mimic all sorts of sports in tennis shorts
My game official, painting pictures like I’m spraying the pistol
Niggas take note and sisters break focus
Still saving my nickels like I’m still in the hood
It’s only right cause I’m still in the hood
I only write when the feeling is good
Burn trees like I’m killing the woods
Only willing for my children I could
This man you think you understand is misunderstood
I wish you understood but nobody knows
Nobody’s really a nobody but poverty’s low
Nobody’s really a nobody then property’s owed
Where’s my reparations? I will not pass the test of waiting
I’d rather rebel and bring on the death of nations
It’s no speculation with these respective ratings
You’ll get burned like having unprotected sex with Satan
[Chorus]
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