Jittalk

Koll They know they ain't did shit I just load the pen and make his brain split We are not the same, bitch (aye) I say (Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch) I come outta the grave to switch our places Me and the fire, that's homeostasis Put opp cheeks on the pavement Ass or the face, don't matter, we waste him If you gon' pray to a savior (if you do-do-do-do) I hope that its Jesus None of your bros gon' save you Lot Imma prove, 'cuz I'm from a place you ain't need to I'm finna take what's mine Them boys done had they clout for too long Use your noodle, udon What in the fuck was you on? I put a car in a coffin, I know what its like to crash But y'all couldn't move on Ready to dash, but y'all was like "hold on" I get the cash, y'all settled for coupons It's crazy I really done did this shit and I ain't did it yet The prospect of 'em becoming somebody above me, I cannot imagine it The work I put in miniscule size and I'm already working with savages Bangkok, one night in this shit, and I played 'em like chess I'm ahead of the cabinet Speak on my name you can go where your daddy did Speak on my name, he tried, we gave him a rose Second doc, hand them poles Send 'em of, mandem folks Seven all, jackpot pulls We hit the bank on these hoes No one to thank for the rise, I mix the crank on my own The last boy came for my throne ain't come back Said he ain't stopping for nobody But that bitch done cuffed you, whipped you, what happened? It don't matter Cuz I done grown from the place I stepped The jitty was always within me But I just ain't have the face, I guess Ran the wrong track of the race, I guess Walked at my own pace, I guess Switched 'round too many states, I guess Didn't give a fuck bout the hates, I guess How in the hell I done lapped past all of these soft ass jits And I ain't even sweat 100k on a single's a hell of a number, its sum'n I ain't made even yet Switch on (snapping) Switch on (clapping) Seen both sides you can't be a threat Named after a wall clearer Fuck about having pallbearers I came outta the grave to switch our places Me and the fire thats homeostasis Put opp cheeks on the pavement Ass or the face, don't matter, we waste him If you gon' pray to a savior (if you do-do-do-do) I hope that its Jesus None of your bros gon' save you Lot Imma prove, 'cuz I'm from a place you ain't need to Fuck