Shell, Pt. II

Yea

Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok

Alright

I been on a whole lil' mission

trying to double up the chicken

In the kitchen cutting weight myself

Ever since a youngin' I been trying to get some money

It's a fetish, pockets heavy, I should weigh myself

I done seen a whole lot

The lows, the no's, the hiccups, the roadblocks

It rains, it pours, it's fucking up the whole crop

Only way you seeing growth is if you don't stop

So I won't stop (Aye)

I been on a whole 'nother level, I swear

S.N.S. best thing smoking, I fear

Effortless flow, it's a separate tier

Shit, I should've been a Kappa way i'm stepping this year

Look at him, moving through the pressure

**** want to check him, bitch i'm Luka on the record

I jump in the booth, i'm a nuke, Lethal Weapon

I think Danny'll tell you this shit ain't regular, I reckon

I came from the bottom of the map, you dig

Where they throwing jolly's in the act, you dig

I ain't for the violence, but I dare a **** try us

you identifying bodies on a slab, you dig

I been trying to grow some, worry 'bout the motion

Get a couple dollars then i'm posted by the ocean

Homie know his best verse ain't better than my worse one

Said he want the smoke, I'mma tell yo' ass smoke sumn', son

This shit makes me lose my breath

I think I might lose my head

That result of disrespect

Molded out of fear of threat

I wake up covered in sweat

I see angels, I see death

It can't be time for me yet

Hope I don't drown in regret

Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Ooh

I ain't really got time ****, uh

I could spend about 5 witcha'

Love in my heart, but this heat on my lap

I got peace on the inside and outside ****

I could be the data when the homie need a glitch

I could be the ladder when the homie need a lift

Say I did you wrong, we could talk about it later

Hard to talk about my feelings when my back up on the fence

Uh, made it through the hard times, didn't I?

Uh, working at it all day, didn't I?

Had to be the one that they want to overlook

now i'm coming with the shit that the world can't, didn't I?

Uh, she wasn't on me enough so I dead-ed her,

way too ahead of her

I ain't that **** that went and got money and act like it's regular

I gotta flex

Say that you got it, but want to be modest

Guess that ain't my problem 'cause I couldn't tell

Can't take a shot when it's stuck in the chamber

You poppin' that shit, gotta come out yo' shell

Ain't that a- uh, ain't that a bitch?

Thought you my ****, you told me I fell

Knew that I tripped, knew that I slipped

Can't lose my grip while i'm holding my L's

Aye

Re-rocked the single, yall **** was feenin'

This dope that I got put yo' ass on the cement

If **** ain't jockin' and jackin', you probably been acting

like you ain't the spawn of my semen

I'm way too ahead like the dean off of 'Lean On Me'

"It must be crack" you was smoking, you sleep on him

Watch how I set the set the scene and separate from the pack

Told his ass "It was all in the sequencing" ****

**** see the moves and be quiet 'bout it, okay

I just keep it cool, I ain't crying 'bout it no way

Funny how the same **** tight-lipped

all up in my DM tryna get the feature prices, okay

Ain't on this side, hoe don't bother

Feel like I hold water the way i'm so well

It ain't no money, won't get nothing from me

except for two birds and a couple of shells, hoe