TEC-9

Million dollars for my soul, that's a dumb jugg I ain't worried bout a mil 'less its home cooked I'm a chef on the beats, what you want made Got to put your money up, that's a fund raise When I bring money up rappers won't pay Funny how they always low but they want bass Told my girl what I want, only one thing I don't want a dumb face, give me dumb face I been shooting at the stars cause I wanted more Gun got a kick back like it's comfortable When I missed my shot, I was gon fold But I ain't washed yet, I got another load Too nice so a nigga got tight Now I murder every beat like a nigga not nice Could've graduated college but a nigga dropped out Now my peers talk down like they at the top spot Took a L, oh well, ima fail again If you can't take a L, you can't get a win Found a girl that stays down, she's an angel Hoes would cross you, watch your ankles And these niggas know better but they do worse They'll kill they own blood for some new merch Loyalty over all, that's the old wave No devil on my shoulder, that's a cold place Dreams are goals, still young, go for it Make bread like panamera, no Porsche My shorty got a body, I don't mean no corpse I mean she appeals, if you will, no court Special like a dish on the menu She the best restaurant I been to Cut eating out cause it's too expensive But I still go down like I'm scuba fishing Ugh, I'm nasty Probably why we worked out like athletes Speaking of which, I got bad feet Can't stand anybody if you ask me Example: mom need a favor Want me to watch kids a little later To be honest, they getting on my last nerves All this damn babysitting make my ass hurt And my girl, she's a story for another day Let's not even try and turn another page I don't even got the breath for that lecture You got to read all about her cause she extra Miss days I worried bout shoes Had so much fun, I didn't worry bout food Then I noticed girls worry bout dudes 20 years later, still scrawny, I'm screwed Real shit, I got an angel in my life Here to pick me up if I'm down at the time Even there when she knows she don't have to be Hold me down so her nickname's gravity Like wine, I get better with time And I don't chase bread, I'm not a regular guy Had to cut back on some negative vibes Focus on myself, now I'm better inside I don't got everything but I got my dawgs Even got a wife and she got my all Look I'm still broke and it's still no Grammy Got a whole lot of problems but way more family I proven to cause confusion when drooling the words I'm using I'm spitting, if your attention is distant, then you have ended Any chance you have to understand so pause the shit Like a bougie ass bitch, I'm hard to get My dame is mad down, I bet you your bitch doggin My weed is mad loud, your weed be lip talking It's all in the technique, I never protect lines The beat could be techno, go off like a TEC-9