Miskeen (feat. Jordan Morris & Tiny Boost)

Uh, uh Still workin' like we ain't sick of this, ya dig? "That's what I know, uh-heh" I took a pill 'cause it hurts (yeah) And I ain't tryna make it worse Said I'm different, but you know I ain't concerned (uh) And I'm still tryna learn (learn) You ain't gotta be impatient with me, girl I took a different type of turn Amiri white tee (yeah), for my trust And it's definitely oversized And it's definitely overpriced (oversized) I felt some pressure when I seen my mother cry (mama cry) Fuck this money, we ain't stressin', we alright Don't ever ask me this (yeah) I'm so high, I don't wanna reminisce (I don't wanna reminisce) Satin sheets, I'ma fuck you, baby, stay home (stay home) Hit him up, he on life assist He hit that nigga from a mile away (away) Audemars, it take the time away (time away) It gets better, only time can say (say) So much diamonds, bae, your eyes will ache (ache) Chrome hearts on my heart, freeze up (freeze up) Miskeen, baby, I'ma keep up (I'ma keep up) I quit lean, baby, now I see us (I don't need that) Take a picture, baby, I don't need drugs (yeah) Uh, gotta, gotta, hundred-thousand Baby, spend it like the older folks The paper plastic, baby, I still got the older notes (notes) T-T-Tragic, baby, I just sold a nigga hope (nigga hope) Grew up in the jungle, where they say they love you Whole time, they scheming on you Grew up in a place, where they smile in your face But, they just wanna take it from you No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain I just got used to it (still feel the pain) No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain (uh, yo) I just got used to it, ohh Okay, I got it out the mud like "What's in my brudda's cup?" (in my brudda's cup) Heavy on the guns and we really buttered up (we really buttered up) God blessed the trap, the day the pot bubbled up (it bubbled up) Had fiends jumpin' over two lines, doubled up I got Henny in my system, you can smell it when I'm pissin' (when I'm pissin') Smokin' high grade, she don't taste it if we kissin' (if we kissin') Playin' with her pussy, she wan' taste it off my fingers (for real) I'm about ta nut, shorty, stay in that position (for real) Cover up my feelings, that's why I got my hoodie on (I got it on) Thinkin' 'bout my dead niggas, then I turn my bully on (bully on) Turn the MAC fully on, air it, 'til it's fully gone All ya hear's a, "Brrt" and a "Skrrt", when we pullin' off Won wars, we shoulda lost, but we brave-hearted (brave-hearted) Hammer in the toolbox, we stash that in the garden (in the garden) All we got is us, we like Nino in the Carter Married to the streets, I ain't never need a partner (nah, f'real, f'real) Grew up in the jungle, where they say they love you Whole time, they scheming on you Grew up in a place, where they smile in your face But, they just wanna take it from you No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain I just got used to it (still feel the pain) No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain I just got used to it, ohh I said I'll never squeal, wallahi, I never have and I never will I'm poker-facin' my connect, I need a better deal Shotty like some B2Bs, it cost 11 bills (bap) Hit a mil', but can't lie, bro, I've been better, still I heard 'em sayin', "Real rap back", but I don't really feel that 'Cause how real are these fuckin' niggas that's makin' this real rap? Bruv, I ain't chasin' Rated, MOBOs, Grammys, or Brits 'Cause I can still go straight back to my strip and handle my biz I was down bad, servin' every fiend outta my trenches Where I'm from, you bust your wap, go jail, and get to benchin' Beefin' with them boys since 15, still feel the tension Seen real niggas turn weird, for some likes and mentions Gotta play it cool with the industry, it's so depressin' (uh) That's why I'm thankful, that I fuckin' blew up with my best friend And did I mention? (What?) Wrist heavy, brick heavy, well-protected (okay) Put a Glizzy on the table, bet my niggas get to wrestlin' I ain't stressin', if a nigga took my chain or all that dumb shit (right) Even if it takes a year, we'll pull up at his mum's crib Dad's crib, I promise, bro, I'll fund all of this dumb shit Me and paps done three bags a day, eatin' on crumpets I'm doin' press-ups, drinkin' water, now I'm feelin' stable (bang) Rockin' with my wife, my shooters at a different table (no cap) Men's biggest test, you heard the story, Cain and Abel (uh) Never feel weak, I'm fuckin' (yeah) Told my lady, "Don't judge", I'm just a gang-gang yute Bando baby, all the pebs that I run through I come to court in an all-black suit Look the prosecution in the face, like, "Fuck you too" If they love me down, won't bend, won't fold I'ma come back smiling, on all ten toes I take my Ls, I keep my soul Hear the fuckin' devil knockin' on my front door (yeah) Grew up in the jungle, where they say they love you Whole time, they scheming on you Grew up in a place, where they smile in your face But, they just wanna take it from you No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain I just got used to it (still feel the pain) No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain I just got used to it, ohh