[Intro]
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Yeah-yeah, uh, yeah
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Yeah, Foisey shit, yeah, mutant shit, yeah
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[Verse]
Come stay corrected, we was hand-selected
Since the Intrepid, I played my post all day 'til I get restless
She accept it because I treat them right, might make the breakfast
Still conceited, we drink by [?] that we requested
Peace deleters, we raise the ground beneath ya
Pop in all yo' speakers, talkin' shit
But when it's comin' from a bullshit, teacher know the leeches
By the look in they eye
They falsified the game plan; throw my composure like pops
I might wig out, they fizzed out
As soon as my chair folded, the kid's out
We chillin' in the sun without ribs on, we pigged out
Famously, my backstroke solid, I make the bass out
Vodka sauce, no pesto, we woozy a bitch now
We come from nothin' so I always need the most of shit
Know my shit be vague, but folks be snitchin', I don't go for shit
The focus is to be the richest one breathing, or don't exist
Persistent, we push the needle to limits, you niggas cavin'[?] it
The makers of the pockets and crevices y'all get labeled in
Face it, fuck the popularity shit, just pay the rent
You gave your word, I gave my all, now guess who's the main event?
"Is this this thing" like Amerie, she suck me up and babysit
Told me the is her favorite shit too, I made this in my sleep
I need a challenge sort of like you, she made the coochie beat
Come stay corrected, we was hand-selected
Since the Intrepids, I played my post all day 'til I get restless
Source and reference, you ain't do that alone, like chord progressions
We be steppin' because we got to
Teach them a lesson
(x2)
Peace to the elements
Some heaven-sent, you knew that
The rest was on the scroll, no Evanescence
Niggas shoot back
Confess your darkest option, caught her walkin'
Gave her two packs
It's special when I'm talkin', cuz I'm quiet
"How you do that?"
It's special in this bitch, I can't get up
If it ain't 'bout racks
The case is going up too, its bottom line:
Don't call my line unless you talkin' bout 2
Provide the line, not all the time
I played it back and trap a Bentley too
He don't flex enough
I'll do it for you, pop you like a boil
Be upset with us, the crib was soiled
Twisted like a coil, niggas set me up
If it was meant to be I'd have been there and used the bitch on ya
These kids gon' make me cuss, fuck