Tofu

Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha) I might just breathe on the track (yeah) Tell 'em send another rack We got everything they lack (ha, ha) Can't a nigga hold me back Can't a bitch hold me back They hatin' in vain like needles My girl ain't bad she evil Inside of a scope she sees you 'Cause it's a secret So if you leak it She gotta leave you see through Watching your life force seep through I know all kinds of people (yeah( Playin with knives and gleeful Ayy I'm on the grind, earnin' what's mine But I got the time to bleed you I don't like hearing your lectures (yeah) I keep the bliq like a western (whoa) But now I shoot like a expert Bitch, like a blessing Buzzin' like sensor Bussin' like pressure Ball wit no effort Kill 'em like dexter Tell me who next up Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha) I might just breathe on the track Tell 'em send another rack We got everything they lack (ha, ha) Can't a nigga hold me back Can't a bitch hold me back Goku, I cut her off like I'm Nobu We're soul food, these bands are faker than tofu I got some hands that are quicker than Joe too Runnin' numbers like I'm playing sudoku Suckas hatin' over dreams that they sold you We the greatest baby thought that I told you They don't mean shit to me I am my number one enemy All y'all lack identity I'm leavin' you slumped like a Kennedy Hoe please, how you gon' ball with them broke knees Gettin' the bread and I'm stuffin' the bag I got a squad we ain't reppin' a flag Broly i'm boutta murk 'em like broly Brokeboy, did I hear the sound of a brokeboy? Big right hand when I'm poppin' shit Like where you gonna be when the shit gets lit Like whatcha gonna do when the baseline hits But they hit me up when they need shit ethered Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha) I might just breathe on the track Tell 'em send another rack We got everything they lack (ha, ha) Can't a nigga hold me back Can't a bitch hold me back Rappers say they need a feature (ha, ha) I might just breathe on the track (yeah) Tell 'em send another rack (what?) We got everything they lack (hey) (ha, ha) Can't a nigga hold me back Can't a bitch hold me back Goku, I cut her off like I'm Nobu We're soul food, these bands are faker than tofu I got some hands that are quicker than Joe too Runnin numbers like I'm playing sudoku Suckas hatin' over dreams that they sold you We the greatest baby thought that I told you