food4thought

Mopping up the store, late nights, put some beats on Nothing as good as the shit that kurashige on Saving up for a twenty-three Nissan forty-k, shit, imma put a lease on Turn it up boy, put our new release on Got the sound low, talking down like Dijon Boba shop with the baddies, hair done to match her nails Bumping that Bad Bunny, baby girl I know you real Can I meet your daddy and your momma too, that's a deal He said what's your intention?, boy I'm here to cop a feel Nah, f*ck that shit and silicone Cellulite my favorite part, call me on my cellular A writer but I'm still direct, hyperboles and metaphors You the best of all time, shit I heard that the most times I'm the most high at my midwest high Since fucking o-nine, when I rocked that suit and tie Woah, woah And I'm shooting out the bentley, got more mula so don't test me Made of metal like a chest piece, having sex with my two besties What the f*ck were you expecting What the f*ck were you expecting on that late night when you text me I don't wanna be a last choice, I can't help it cause you left me Super condescending, and I think that's why you get me We broke up and I grown up, you know that's my favorite ending Sorry I'm just venting, you were always vending Tryna trade emotions like they're fucking currency It's not hard to be a man, tell that to myself, I'm trying man Look at you, you just a fan, but look at me, we all the same I love the way shit falls in place sixteen years, it's not a race Hold up, hold up, hold up, I'll still smack you, you wanna try today Epidemic, epidemic, violence, epidemic, violence, epidemic, violence Move, epidemic, violence, move, epidemic, violence, move, epidemic, violence