Don't Blink

Shoutout Finesse Only overdress for success, never need to do it to impress It comes natural, motherfucker, never break a sweat Unless I be 'cross the country doin' bunch of sets Fast bucks, bitch, I'm gettin' this cash nuts Gassed up, like a cylinder backed up Class cuts, opportunity passed up That's some bad luck, like if you droppin' a glass cup Candy painted, Chevy Nova with hydraulics Innovative, underrated, it's ironic Never waitin', always makin' it my knowledge To get profit, I'm always fillin' up my pockets Try to shoot a bullet at me, it gets ricocheted back at you I just call it second-hand smoke Never choke under pressure, better grab ropes And latch close if you don't wanna catch pokes Stage one in effect no defects on the set I'm a vet of this bullshit, get some respect Check the index, inject insects and grab the Windex I spray it simplex on you motherfuckers who inept Me and beast rolling 'round Manila, Philippines Vanilla bean scent, spent 50 on machines Tourmaline crystals, put it in pistols, and let it pop Motherfucker, you get dropped Can't teach you my curriculum, nope Not even the minimum, that you'd require and desire to be like me I'd rather walk a hundred miles on glass shards And crash all of my fast cars than to be remotely like you Get a clue, sense the tears, grab the canoe What it do, you trippin' while I'm sittin' out of view Here, let me tell you somethin', I don't fuck with you And if I ever said I did, I was probably lyin' to you, motherfucker