SAUCE

Got sauce back No pesto Diving in No breast stroke Slide through when your tense Let's forget about the rest It's a void that I felt Ain't avoiding myself Been that boy Since I played with the toys And momma had the belt So I ran like hell Guess nothing ever changes But the sauce Keep 'em on the net Lacrosse We all scrolling waiting for a f*ck up F*ck that Grinding overnight be the come up And I don't want a stalemate Working til the sun up And I don't want to think Until we get the funds up I wish money fell in my lap And I wish to explore everywhere on the map And I wish they all mind they business The reality no one gives a shit bitch I said work on inching closer Gotta quit the doja High for who knows how long? Organ donor They gon' get so mad when they found out they got my lungs But back to the topic at hand I got one red dot same size as Japan It'd be one bad thought then back to plan It takes two to dance way I'm tryna dance Go thru advance, run fast as you can I can't keep clapping it's hurting my hands This straight organic, I made this jam This straight orgasmic She shake then vanish I made mistakes, nah bitch I planed it Off the sauce Whole 'nother planet I'm just passing time Waiting for the Hamptons And I been outta line But I keep on dancing Got sauce back No pesto Diving in No breast stroke Slide through when your tense Let's forget about the rest It's a void that I felt Ain't avoiding myself Been that boy Since I played with the toys And momma had the belt So I ran like hell Guess nothing ever changes But the sauce Keep 'em on the net Lacrosse Got a flame and it burns I deserve it All makes sense Connects like the cursive Only started trying When I found purpose Made it thru the worst days I felt worthless Take a look at myself, I been earning My swag back All the notes in the backpack, the Jansport Time that I lost during transport I'm tired, way too much transpired I make em sweat, perspire I just want head and a lighter Put me through hell Boy I'll walk thru fire Wanted me normal I found me normal Tire marks, car shake in park And the weather in December Never ever plays a part It's a cold heart story Don't know when it's gonna start Finna put her on Maury If she ever break my heart Then shit gets gory I was born to be a star Up in some way, some day Catch on a Sunday Walking down the runway Truth, I go one way And never look back This news one Sunday I got sauce back And Its wraps since that Rascals with class That we skip still pass That smile be money (uh huh) Straight cash That sauce keep coming Just dash