Bish

Word, I told her I'll call back in a minute Fell off, now that falling back non existing Take off like missile, you missed it The reality is really you not that realistic Uh, I think of you, think of crickets Lowercase rappers act like they done shifted Uh, quit all that capping and fibbing Uh, up and I'm back in my business I'm back in that kitchen with a spatula, skillet Half passed dead but the rest of my life gone live it I know all the ghost gone fell this They say life too short, what you talking about Willis? You got some beef?, wanna grill it? Y'all need to get off the tip if you not gone bill it Asking these questions every god damn minute, man Uh, what is it bro? Man tell me something I don't know You know that we come from the low You know that it's time go way up bish Excuse my smoke, it's too loud to hide my approach Hide my wings inside my coat But you know that it's time to go way up bish Yes sir, I ain't worried about them people neither Tell them haters won't see no evil, uh I'm a legend won't be a sequel Hella high you beneath them eagles Life unbalanced, wanna see it equal But I'm not tryna be illegal So don't turn me to Beanie Sigel Rock boy, top boy, out here working my best Feeling like Kanye West, going cray I wore a straight jacket the other day Don't want no problems? Stay the F*** out my face I go crazy off off the top, Macy Gray Oh my god I'm about to catch a case Beating yo face to this bass Even when I'm in a race, imma keep going I'm gassing up They ain't head of bruh never passing us Smile in our face but they mad at us I'll strike the beat out, batter batter bruh Got a jetpack no need for yo latter bruh Got a flow that'll rat tat tat you up I'm sating my lunch on the fattest butt Eating, I do my own thing you can not mislead him They wanna walk in his shoes tryna beat em But I'll have em crawling after I defeat em If you got distractions bro cut em, delete em, don't need em I got you scissors, you keep em I know the devil work morning and evenings Midnights too, I heard he don't be sleeping I know these demons be sneaking and leeching We laugh while we blast em His blood on my dirty white vans for fashion I got broken hearted, I hate that it happen I dearly departed and turned to the captain Them boys wanna be like me, we never matching Boy I'm not the one, so two don't play with me I'm from the three, I ain't talking about Akron That C is for Canton not Crip, quit asking Lames Uh, what is it bro? Man tell me something I don't know You know that we come from the low You know that it's time go way up bish Excuse my smoke, it's too loud to hide my approach Hide my wings inside my coat But you know that it's time to go way up bish