Untitled Song

 

Lemme be honest

 

Done being calm yeah Im done being modest

 

The louder the words the bigger the promise

 

That’s what you’ll get outta me

 

I been on go since the begining

 

So, fuck an emotion be gone

 

Got so much people I gotta prove wrong

 

Got so much words that cant fit in a song

 

I’ll bump to the kids they’ll move it along

 

Love me the haters and the fake alongs

 

Love my man especially when we don't get along

 

I Argue it out, we move it along

 

Need me a nation no don juan

 

Yeah, a couple of boulders, a couple of sticks

 

Couple of hustles a couple of licks

We hustlers and we gangstas

Y'all hoes and tricks

 

Not for the draft but I’m already picked

 

Back on the road and I got me like six

 

It is what it is

 

Stunt on the haters then hand out the Vicks

 

Cause they getting sick

 

They getting sick, they getting drowsy

 

Park and hop into her box like its Downey

 

In there I flip it and kick it buttowski

 

Everything real, how can you doubt me?

 

How can you switch you ain’t been here without me?

 

That shit is lousy

 

That’s what you’ll get outta me

 

That’s what you’ll get outta me

 

Mess with the waters you’ll see

 

Only respect for all of my G's all of that shit guaranteed

 

Thats why I love him the best

 

Only effect is Im coming next

 

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