Finesse Everything

[Verse 1]

I sip the henny white, listen and write and share knowledge

And pour more cause I got a case in the spare closet

My talk walks all thru the tape of who sharing product

44s all on they waist, they here wilding

Their corridors turned to a range with spare mileage

The speakers in the door upgrade, you hear the pockets

Alhamdulillah all in my tape, I talk Godish

But still talk bitches and Bape and support thotting

Contradictions, and grew up with a couple pots to piss in

My parents was split so I was drifting

You drift to whatever you seen before, I drift over letters like Ouija boards

You thinking hasbro I'm thinking the back door, boarded when the fear come

And chris and snoop with a nail gun

Fear none, hear none worth fear being involved

They fear me like I'm Sheila Salaam

Seen it all, I mean, thank God for bank cards and crash readers

Knick game, all black sneakers

Yellow chain, floor seats, cameras on me and Bay Frazier

My Jordan 3s might break up a lay up

Still flourish like I'm starving, shuttlesworth stardom

I'm usually in the garden I ain't too hard to find

And know whenever you carving mine

A double entendre's a two part rewind, bet I finesse everything

[Chorus]

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

Bet I finesse everything

[Verse 2]

(Who's world is this?)

Don't matter I can finesse it

'cause if they can't answer you that they outta the question

And if they can't hand you it back stop suggesting

Either that or they can get back to finding the exit

Sitting in the front of the plane

Ghostwriting for pick a name and another name, one in the same

And my OGs would give us jewelry under their rap sheet

And me and my wisdom blow jewelry money in patsys

Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit troop

But it don't break thru to you until that pay shoot thru

'cause know that if I wasn't writing it for them you seen em sketch me

If I tell it then y'all bet it, I'm Ian Begley

Rap shit started at 9 on class walks

And now it's me and another 9 on the blackboard, ask for him

He can rhyme his ass off, he can rhyme off his ass

And Lex Steele it how he slide in the stash

Meanwhile me and A' debating on early Nas

And talking 'bout how we first linked like calling cards

Back when he called me over off the gold on my Nikes

Regretted letting me play, my crossover was nice

Chicken wings, fried rice like I'm still 16

And I don't get called for features cause I kill 16s

That's word to my man Joell, this rap shit's a bunch of "oh wells"

Fuck whatever I don't sell, bet I finesse everything