Have Nots

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

My shorties came with a bad voice

His man’s made a bad choice

His sweatshirt's got beats like I’m Black Noi$e

We stack coins like the Vegas chips to cop toys

The viceroy, the cult spread from Memphis out to Des Moines

Fuck a Jim Rome, you get exposed

I chose when to be alone

These hoes sticking to me like they cologne

Yeah, out in Germany

The bag was a burglary

We blew trees and got topped off, off the courtеsy

You heard of me, clean likе the murder scene

Thoroughly heard the scheme

Asked if I wanted in, certainly

Burn leaves, shades on to block the bleed

Braveheart, don’t drop to knees

Small talk, I never need, save it, please

Make cheese, save face like Maybelline

Make haste and chase the dream

Take names and make 'em see we made a means

Same team making trades easily

I’m rolling with my core three like Klay, Steph Curry, Draymond Greene

[Chorus: Issa Gold]

My eyes on the knots

And ears to the block

Heard they hoping for the fold

But my niggas never flop

New wave in the spot

We changing the locks

Had to switch up the load

Make a way for the drops

My eyes on the knots

And ears to the block

Heard they hoping for the fold

But my niggas never flop

New wave in the spot

We changing the locks

Had to switch up the load

Make a way for the drops

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]

(Lord)

My eyes on the papes

Cops still on the chase

I toss the weight like lipo’

You know how life go

When you live by the blade

A horseman on the road gon’ use his soul to find a way

It’s like a nigga from the 'Bush gon’ grind it out, don’t even skate

She drove the V across town, I sent the addy

It was four houses down

I don’t trust hoes, just dick ‘em then I bounce

Like a truckload

Sometimes there’s wide turns among them routes

I holler “yurrr”, that’s how I scout

The car might skrrt for right amounts

And I might splurge but the re-up

Gon’ be twice as much to count

I wear a Midas touch crown

And my alliances supply us with the bow

Street comics but we draw to take ‘em out

Just like a order, can’t box me in

Buffet with the styles

That flower setting changed the setting now

They raising up their brows

AK the General

Them hours I put in, they shining proud

I got this shit dialed

My aura getting taller

Like it sprouts or like a baller

Just watch the shots you callin’ or get fouled

[Chorus: Issa Gold]

My eyes on the knots

And ears to the block

Heard they hoping for the fold

But my niggas never flop

New wave in the spot

We changing the locks

Had to switch up the load

Make a way for the drops

My eyes on the knots

And ears to the block

Heard they hoping for the fold

But my niggas never flop

New wave in the spot

We changing the locks

Had to switch up the load

Make a way for the drops