Memory Foam (feat. soul tie.)

Yeah, yeah Ay, yeah Soultie this shit coming simple Soultie this shit coming simple Yeah, yeah Soultie this shit coming simple Had to block out the snakes like a sinner Lord, I prayed for all these days But that don't mean I ain't bitter Back in this bitch, I'm not finished Throwing up sticks in the air like it's Quidditch AI, I don't give a fuck about the scrimmage Smoking on Popeye, the strength from the spinach Know I'm the first in the family to get it Scottie too hotty, I'm soul tie. the goat I Leave a Beat dead, call me Luka, we blow out I got some hidden killers y'all don't know about I got some hidden flows y'all don't know about She talk a lot of cap in the showdown Told her I'll fix the problem in like four rounds Mama not giving top, told her go south Why is she playing with kids when the ghost out Late registration, I still had to drop out Graduated at the top with some monsters Fantasy's with your bitch in a charger Aye, when Pablo's gone Who the fuck gon' watch the throne Flashing lights, got her in the zone You don't got to search, gang holding chrome At war with myself, I'm tucking weight Had to hold y'all hand through the struggle, now we great Learning how to handle all this weight Yall could stay for dinner, but I might just lecture like the greats Ayy, had to preach my knowledge Cause y'all boys is running late Handing out free zeros to the ones that's overweight Ayy, pressure weigh you down Let that pillow hold your face If my memory could serve me, it would bring me to that safe Ayy, ayy One on the clock, gotta get it up Punching the clock, I ain't making much But I stunt on these hoes like I'm making some Gotta fake it to seem like I weigh it Pound of gold just to place the image Sailed to shore, niggas cause damage Gave us a reason to hate planting Hate the heat, niggas can't stand it Never need no bitch to bother me I'm moving pieces like Monopoly I'm checking awkwardly Her chest too small, I might just leave Praying on that grading curve, I never learn Got a project due the 31st, I'm aiming for that word Counting my days off, y'all still outside, I'm still a nerd Vision blurry, but I still see through your bullshit Empty clips, but every bullet miss Ain't never shoot no gun, ain't never did no run Project Baby all my life I had to stick to the books like I'm good Why y'all still rolling the wood I'm checking the safe, too much money go up in it I'm high off dopamine, raising up her estrogen I treat that shit like medicine Jog her memory, hit again Knock it up and leave again Y'all dead beat dads, at least I co-depend My memory so foam, she fall into that pit with friends Make a movie in your Benz Make a movie with a ten Niggas talking action, but in bronze, son I'm him Man we did this shit again, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay