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A yo Yo, whaddup? Rav still out here looking for his snare 'n shit (Fuck) Hey, Rav! I think I found it! I think Scuare found a snare 'n shit Wait, for real? Intros are easy Wait, no no no It's a hi-hat! (Wait is it recording now?) (Yeah) Dime 'em up Me and Rav on the track Like making diamonds touch He the R.K.O., I'm the diamond cut Find your crutch or get suplexed Fuck around, I turn them into oobleck Who next? Goldberg run it I ain't tryna end up in the vulture's stomach Bitch, I feel like I'm Armor King When I'm blunted I'm Lord Infamous Hoe, I run it Stoned like Pumice Solid as snakes Thinking I'm good I promise I'm great How many ways can I possibly say it? You all in my face, you get tossed in your place I think I'm Mase I think I'm Puffy right after the case I think I'm losing my passion to chase I think I'm losing my mind Right at the line and I'm tapping the brakes Used to run from my problems Now they sitting attached to my waist They told me those years I spent rapping were nothing But sad, I imagine the actual waste Now I'm in Texas Now all my friends are the bestest Now I be rapping with legends, aye I give a fuck what your records say I own myself today, it's fuck 'em Yo fuck your 60-40 split I won't give up important shit It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch I recorded this I am more than this So fuck your 60-40 split I won't give up important shit It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch I recorded this I am more than this Fuck it My life's a joke and I still know why Hope, dope, broke, but the deals no lie Now I don't focus I fear no time I ain't dip right out Disappear, grow time I don't fuck with no explanations I expect to grow patient But don't respect the whole pace of it I pace a bit I hate this shit Forget a lot of things I need a break from it I'm still bottled up I'm still chasing shit Why I Don't Know Why I don't even know an eighth of it Don't reveal concern That's some ain't shit I got a meal, I earned I guess I'm making it Sometimes I just need a break from this Sometimes there's just nothing I can take from this So I'm All in, all in I don't need to find my calling I'm just biding time I'm stalling 'Til I'm in the light I saw it I'm just so tired these words don't need to make sense I don't think things through I don't need to play dead I don't see hate spread I'm still here Fans stay loud never will hear, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo fuck your 60-40 split I won't give up important shit It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch I recorded this I am more than this So fuck your 60-40 split I won't give up important shit It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch I recorded this I am more than this This that Big dick flow at peak performance Fuck an applause, I don't seek endorsements Rather be supportive of what I deem important Rather be recording Rather seek rewarding experiences Rather be something more than I am Where I'm not crawling on land Put my worth in my hands To fill holes deep in the dirt from concerns I can't stand when I talk 'bout this shit Been talked about it like forty times this year Why do I walk the line all the time when there ain't shit near? I'm 'posed to be s-tier Close and yet still fear falling part Crawl in the dark is all I ever do I've grown bored of this arc Surely I'm smart? And maybe my brain falling short of my heart? The shore isn't far Yeah Your assessment don't affect my value They will let you keep your worst to pull the bestest out you But they're only ever pressed 'cause they're less without you Let the pressure vacuum, don't accept the shackles No Show 'em what you got now Show 'em you won't bow down To them nor my weakest days My frequencies go louder Rav Yo fuck your 60-40 split I won't give up important shit It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch I recorded this I am more than this So fuck your 60-40 split I won't give up important shit It's a hundred, it's my fortune, bitch I recorded this I am more than this Hey, Rav Whaddup, man? Can you get that mic outta my fucking face? I'm tryna eat dinner It's like, across the room G-get it out of my face, Rav It's across the room Get it out Okay Ahahahaha Ahahahaha Wait a minute What am I laughing at? I'm supposed to be depressed!
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Ravil Melling, Dennis Billy Nettles Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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