Winter Flows

Mama said: if he ain't got as much to lose, don't f*ck with him Dudes that rep the same flag ain't cut from it I f*ck and make her leave, he tryna cuff something This teaner not enough, I'm tryna cuff something Strongarm Seen dudes die for less, caught Reaching with the wrong arm A preacher's selling hope in the book form Makaveli taught a prince how to look royal Too bad he couldn't teach him how to act loyal Last night I refocused when old wounds opened Was betrayed by those closest So I never shed a tear when another casket closes Never trust the protocol My eyes are tender, cause I'm slept on by all of y'all I'm dreaming awake, watched Cutitia slip away So I live like, every word the last I'm gonna say Farewell to my enemies All my niggas fall in line like symmetry Every after party packed with haters like assemblies Spare me the roses, I parked where the road is Y'all just crossed the finish line, I'm still striking poses Don't rouse up the black people Marched on DC, still half equal The feds turning snitches into martyrs After knock-knock niggas started thinking smarter After Trayvon every city got darker When I win a Grammy I'll feel less like my father I made it kinfolk, I'm probably faded kinfolk If Josh was drowning, I wouldn't save him kinfolk You don't wanna see me roused up, I call it how I see it And the shit I see done piled up The world's my oyster, even oysters I can learn to love Niggas run in place and wonder why they never catching up Since when is it we, I do it for the team And since I am a team I guess I do it all for me Still waiting for them to push me Because I'm not reactive will never mean I'm a pussy I make it a point to point out who overlooks me I might not have a plan, but when has that ever shook me Yeah It cost 100 just to book me That's such a far cry from breaking down shipping cookies Rawlston, I've been making these pennies stretch So really it wasn't honest math that put me to the test Stop it, know you niggas ain't tryna flex It's still whatever, and f*ck whoever is next Shoutout to my niggas that's summer hustling in August To my niggas turn summer sand for their daughters To Aaliyah, she broke my heart I'm honest Now I'm on, I ain't looking back I promise Jimmy Choo, color creme Gucci bag, with the rings That's everything ima do for the woman that's lacking dreams Quiet as kept, I'm unmoved on press If you're selling yourself short, you're deserving of what you get I ain't down for tying, & I ain't offering splits Draco I'll double down before I let the house win yeah KWA$I