Saltwater (feat. Conway the Machine)

Yeah You so cliche, you're the nouveau riche That come up hard as a youth and knew no peace You hit that lick and switched to a new motif In a whip with two low seats and new gold teeth You say you wanna live fast, gettin' paid in cash Puffin' the most gas and dyin' of car crash You never learned math in school, you cut class So you can't count what's in the clip, you just blast I feel your mind spinnin' in place and just bufferin' And all you tryna see is someplace with less sufferin' Or make a lot of big blue faces just hustlin' What could I say that you would embrace? I guess nothin' This isn't in attempts to reach you and your hitters The last thing you do is bullshit a bullshitter The streets is a bitch, you up in the club with her You should cease and desist, but you too in love with her, yeah We're pass the baton like a drum major at Howard We transfer the power for salt water and flower My pen packs a dawah, Akira Kurosawa My ideas is gunpower, secure the tower That overlooks a graveyard full of cancelled niggas Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figures Guilt and bad business'll make a man religious I'm the difference of where Sanford and Sanford Biggers Save the revelry if you tryna lower level me I be over seventy, flippin' the script regularly Know the L holder 'bout to be you instead of me Why? 'Cause you a dickhead, I'm a Dick Gregory Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice Ulterior motives begin, pure as a lotus Even if uncertain, I bet you I never showed it If you checkin' for me to choke, I suggest you adjust your focus (yeah) Look, they heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at The grimy cat from the main street trenches, insomniac Three in the mornin', lurkin' in that Pontiac Where I'm from, you gotta take your pole even when you go to the laundromat (keep it on you) Niggas tried to line me, but I had time to react We spin the same day, and the day after, we slidin' back (uh-huh) Empty the mop in broad day and leave somebody whacked He tried to run, three or four shots hit him inside his back (brrt) And that go for anybody that rap That Buffalo nigga that catch the bodies back (ha) Hold up, rewind me back (yeah) They heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at The grimy cat from the Main Street trenches, insomniac Three in the mornin', catch me inside the trap Knockin' off a ninety pack right by the door where the MAK-90 at (uh-huh) After the deal, the label still wanna sign me back The contract worth a few mill', but I ain't signin' that (hahahaha) Yeah, nigga