For Sale (feat. Oskr Tha Great)

Well look here, this is the cheapest you can get for a nigga to spit All over your head, on some kink shit Safe words get misread That's a mature light skin, getting rocked on my bed A well versed young nigga, supply your body, you're fed Then go back to black, hit the wine house Maybe sip some after math Lesson over hit the chronic detox with shower bath The price went up, you can't even tweet me With the nicest stuff You like a f*ck I don't wanna see you unless the light erupt On the sonogram Posting all your pics on model gram We look good frozen in time But now I thawed the man Simon phoenix Rhyme or reason I know that time 'l teach me To shut my mouth but while I'm here you gone hear me preaching All day every day, these doors don't close in the evening time, work around the clock If counting hands is money, I'm about 12 o'clock Lets pray I don't flip and really lose my shit Been spending time self caring on me this year I need the healing lord But b.p.r! Said make a monster so I pinch the void Squeezing out the madness from all that I endure Stress upon stress Bitch mess on mess Don't rock the boat, end up wet no paddle no vest Theft of hearts, see I love plenty I pour it all every time now my cup so dry The rhyme need empty No reserves for the curves that tempt me Mash the gas nigga Drifting so much through life I've circled past niggas Aye o, without no work like yayo But 'l worldstar a nigga like oooo k o Its been rough, these past many weeks The words felt flat damn they had me down on my knees, praying I get back In tune, now I'm feeling good, ready for doom, lean back, relax, terror dome on the hood I mean, this is like what thirty percent, wait til I really get the bussin I ain't even cleared the field yet Theirs way worse mo'fuckers harming children At the schools, at the pools, even at the Vatican No disrespect to those religious I love the lord, I just don't love man's decisions Policing women, sound like no pussy getting niggas power tripping who the f*ck gave you the right to make those decisions But I see, you hate yourself, hate is for fools You niggas first of April, me bitch I'm more like a June Bug, that's a mid year flu I'm like Jordan to the jazz Step back and the pen gonna shoot