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Ya know my name she got some Good soil I make a flower and lay my seed Come there's a place to see But no complacency No false prophet displacing me Opportunity knocks so what I let it wait for me Filet precision don't go for money that's shaky business Not a great decision like safety scissors Come on dawg that's not gon cut it Not gon budge it Knock off budget Attract fake body thotties get ya rocks off from it Not yours buzzin', sobs store was it Cash app backtrack now she got no stomach But who am I to judge I do this out of love I'm tryna drench ya windshields with a lot of suds I mean you can't really ride if you ain't got vision Forty quest play the optician Normally need a referral but this on the house like gutter guards Love ya god, yes we was fucked just from the start But I got a different range of view these days Praying and meditation done changed the hue these days That foreign stuff is small talk I mean they dizzy and all lost, been in streets longer than crosswalks But, hold up Let me stretch real quick Scratch my nuts and get my life together Cause Ike is better y'all write whatever I snooze often aggy my mood bored and Ya not 10 toes ya be woo walkin Dude pardon my Attitude to this new market But they been tryna silence the X say we Sioux Falling Off of a map all you cats Keep on offering cap all in ya raps I'll get it next time I'm starting to snap All of em packed multiple sources all of em facts Gotta react illest unsigned I gotta be that Not if you post these Doctor Seuss ass rhymers Same emojis I guess there's two types of fires My songs on the same feed's a burden to my jewels I get bunched with that trash & that's furthest from the truth Murder for you dudes burning all the rules Dirt covering yo casket while you Curled up in a suit word that I'm the truth
Writer(s): Isiah Wiggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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