Consistent

Bless up divorce with that stress bitch fess up to all my imperfections look up if I need more direction fuck up then turn it to a lesson I'm not gone preach y'all to death oh no no do not ask me what comes next I don't know shit I be confused like the next man can't block me long I'll just shoot with my left hand

I don't pump fake I don't trust shit no mo **** dumb fake I use 7 numbers in my phone to this fuckin day tap in wit the **** sick as fuck of saying some day I just fuck her face and I forget her she a fuck face never used to be like this I'm free like I feel like it's a missing piece of me that get as deep as Caribbean bitch inside a **** dms wit that sneaky shit I see em rip em want a piece of my perdeum that's some cold shit ay test em while he tryna grow that's some bold shit aye **** sleeping at the wheel I take a road trip aye fuck you if you not consistent you on old shit aye

One way trip I'm on put up or you dead to me every day I wake up to some bullshit that's reg to me keep the fire fed shout to kev count the blessings learned to take some wisdom out the failures if I can but I'm only man still up in the ghetto like the Evans bright side hole in roof closer to the heaven blessing like the number 7 bus waiting tryna level up **** thinking shit might work out better if I was a fuck **** slow and steady shit a marathon not a sprint really don't make no sense honor don't pay no rent I gotta glimpse finish line break we limp sweat on my face I win **** don't say my name like his I ain't some **** they finna forget I ain't the **** that's wild for clicks

Tryna come up a in talk wit big counting my hours I'm coming for ten bands I put my life in this shit damn count myself out for the kick it hustlin different pull out my dick and then fuck an opinion living despicable die like a minion only beginning tip of the ice really this light blackout twice I bleed ice and I do facts anything I write and I got slap hoe Kimbo slice **** I'm bright and I got will like jada my wife prototype **** ain't built like this on high saitama shit boy still don't try

Bless up divorce with that stress bitch fess up to all my imperfections look up if I need more direction fuck up then turn it to a lesson I'm not gone preach y'all to death oh no no do not ask me what comes next I don't know shit I be confused like the next man can't block me long I'll just shoot with my left hand