ERGHHH. // EXPECTATIXNS.

Is that Shoki on the beat? Toom, your beats are trash Based1 got them bands, ho Never fall out fashion, I'm so real, and it's clear hoe I ain't put no money on your head, but I came close Put my hand in bullshit, now it's really time to lay low It's so cold inside my head, that shit done let my brain froze Why these niggas pushing me like I gon' buy a halo? Don't you fucking look at me, I'm psycho with my raid, hoe Catch me switchin' dirty, my Mufasa, I'm away hoe Move without my niggas, and they frontin', I'ma say so I ain't sharing money or respect Them the only things I'm gon' collect I put my best foot forward and it landed on your necks I sleep with one eye open while the other one pretends You won't catch me slippin', I'm not steppin' where it's wet You gon' really think you winnin' I just got on intercepts Now I'm gonna start, aye Coppin' that place, gimme that chain, gimme that watch Really on pace, can't just wait, never gon' stop Coppin' that place, gimme that chain, gimme that, ah Ay Hardest nigga melted all the plastic All these cheques I'm getting got me dancing I'm in a lions den, on my rap shit Like I ain't livin' this life for Mercedes Benz Been here for a minute, now I'm acting Had to change my all,but not my accent I got a new address, but this one limits my distractions I am movin' messy, you're too close to get reactions Guard is super heavy, I'm a product of my actions Always gotta hustle, I ain't one to be relaxing Over every sentimental, focused on this last bit Fucking in the internet, I can't post in no caption Fire shit, I ain't bustin' another bitch Just like all these breakin' down, everybody 'bout that analysis shit Can't get around, I'm poppin' bitch Get in the back, I'm comin' bitch Back on the sound I'm fuckin' with Gassing around my pocket lit Tactical gifted I'm talkin' shit Laugh at the past, we lovin' this Can't get around my fallen shit King of the land, I'm mad at it King of the land, so real, let's go Got a house build one extra, ah But I move quick just to get this far Ain't no fallin' back, goin' far ya Tell me you was really guilty, shit just like I do I'm flawless on the track, it's limitation in the booth Ah, gee Ay, yuh Jah, Scarlxrd Muzzle flash Talk 'bout the way I'm dressed Chains around my legs Metal wrapped 'round my head Who do you faster jet That doesn't make much sense Steady, I make them cheques Many men wishin' death They never had hundreds let alone fifties, I don't expect much less How do I function, kill this shit clearly, livin' my life on edge I was your partner, with me, I'ma get my revenge Fuck all the bullshit, never 'bout riches, better go hide my face Don't ever lie to face Sometimes I forget I have the right to vent Why would I try my best? Still gonna digest All my advise the same No more diamonds left Stayin' alive's dead Meant to be alive is dead You want to blow your brain I think I'll blow up the same Keep those words Making you soundin' hurt Better go wipe that Porsche Now I'm on top of my words Money made me go lie Money made me get sprayed Fuckin' get away I might do How you gon' hate my world? I ain't gon' sparkin' around with the fire I'm heading to the fucking top Know that I live in a lie, I'm a legend, I got those perks Ready to assume a lot but fuck it, I ain't gon' spark Know that nigga is silent, it's why I got that first, yuh Back at it Show me where the racks at My life on the fast track Sometimes movin' hard Might stash the stainless in a handbag It's been over two years and I still feel like a madman Hit my phone, what you think hoe, I'm not made of plastic I don't need no advance, always got a health pass Niggas think it's funny 'til they hear me, they get slapped back I'm just tryna expect, time will never get back I don't give a fuck no more, my shit be soundin' in hertz Made this for my ride, that's some real shit Yeah we dustin' every level, they be real quick Keep it comin', still don't give a fuck, and that's the real shit He said nothing, give a minute, hell nah, I can't fix it Muzzle flash Talk 'bout the way I'm dressed Chains around my legs Metal wrapped 'round my head Who do you faster jet That doesn't make much sense Steady, I make them cheques Many men wishin' death