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It's Mr. Suave in this bitch You might not like it but your wife type did I slide right through the whole scene and I'm scoping Hoes steady chatting in this bitch I'm unspoken Y'all ain't getting chosen I'm the playa type You know, lay her right Then let her catch her flight Another day in the life I'm never stressing out Uptight hoes getting stretched out That's just how it goes I don't make the rules But I don't break the code I break bread and get another loaf I'm living life and y'all living broke Y'all getting passed on the lies you told That's a damn shame, you too damn old To be frontin' like you got it all And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold You niggas can't, do it like me Mix that Baccarat with the Creed Something bout me wearing Jo Malone The baddest ones never leave me lone Got me in the zone Ignoring my phone Got not time to text Come be my next ex I can't help but flex Baby I'm blessed God in my chest Baby I'm blessed My shooter a make you a target for less If KD go Harden I go Ron Artest Y'all niggas Ron Burgundy Me I'm Ron Jeremy buried deep In yo mama's neck Yas what the heck You can't say dat Oh but I can It might get me banned But This is a jam Yeah this is a jam Aye this is a jam Whole project go ham Niggas can't Do it like me Know I got juice like Hi-C West coast niggas going Hyphy Know I'm Too clean in my white tee I came with the flow and I got doe I Make a hating hoe like me They offer me fish like a Pieces Know I'm tryna get sucked like a ICEE Low key like secret service Pen to paper with purpose I never cut no slack When I rap I make rappers nervous I do this for niggas that hate and hoes that used to curve us How much verses she cursive Every last one The day I let a ghost write for me Pass the magnum The rap game is a circus Y'all do music disservice Some thought I'd never catch on Now I'm running the surplus I might tempt you to tempt me Just to do you on purpose Some believe in God I believe in go get it My momma calls me self righteous If it's clever I'm wit it Go where ever and kill it Set up shop when I visit I fall in love with these beats Then let my niggas hit it Sol coming in Sunroof cracked Trees in the wind Reminiscing on life before I had All the things that I wanted Type of shit you get imported If life is short like they say it is I gotta cherish the time Witness the moment I gained everything that I lost and more Thought I'd never feel restored I put my head down And kept my feet moving When the pressure rise I can't afford to fold Got mouths to feed And bills to pay I got loved ones And ones who love to hate But I'm locked in and I guarantee It won't be a day that my son go without Quote that Know I'm never gonna hold back I put the time in So you niggas should know what time it is Shift change Shift colors Switching lanes Burning rubber Burning bridges You niggas ain't safe You better lock your self in and stay in place It's the rapture I ain't come here to capture shit Causing mayhem and I'm wreaking havoc with it Stay out the way in my presence You intervene, I turn you niggas to past tense That's how bad I gotta have it You can get with it or get lost You either first place or you fucking lost And that's word to Ricky nigga See I once knew a nigga named Micah And he had a little brother named Stan We was best friends when we was kids Outgrew each other now here I am With no one in the world to talk to So I grab me a mic and I HAWKTEW Quit while I can said I sought to I got soul they gon find it in my fossil Clip me a infidel, give em hell Turn a non believer to apostles Chip on my shoulder Heart on my sleeve I wear both and it's never been costume Come f*ck with me if you want you a playa Sneakerhead dyke Long dick long hair Long winded Long money Long live Point out a nigga that's fuckin with this I deal with the trauma won't let onto shit Hold it together like what's between bricks Unbreakable Breakin y'all off is a gift Writing raps feels good like a oxycodone Haters wanna stop me Hold on Haters wanna stop me Hold on Up jumps the boogie The boogies jumps the beat I'm loyal To the soil From roots to the leaves Talking with ancestors leagues under the sea Told me my skin is gold And told me come with the flows I'm top notch when I hopscotch Over pigeon holes A soldier Lyrical yoga Hit the pose Weapon waist with Pusha T taste Clicking the stove I told ya I'm the stroke genius ask the hoes I'm Folgers Waking niggas up with upper cuts No closure Bitches in love when I'm in them guts The mass murderer Gripping ass and curvature Space and opportunity Moving furniture See me float on the track And say I walked on water Midnight marauder There no avoiding the slaughter When death is in order You know I'm coming to torture I off ya Hide ya wife hide ya daughter Carry the rhythm The lyric gon get em Carry the rhythm The lyric gon get em Carry the rhythm The lyric gon get em I carry the rhythm The guitar gon hit em Yeah I Carry the rhythm The lyrics gon split em If I Carry the rhythm The drums gon kill em I'm in ya psyche when I'm microphone grippin' Yeah I take the praise But the talent is god given You gotta be Part of the gang to bang and hang with me You can Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke I'd rather Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat New York City in the building nigga Who want the smoke Beating down the block in this hoe I make the glass break Presidential tint on the whip Like I'm a candidate Sliding down the highway switching lanes Like I'm Bubba Wallace Chasing down this bread I'm on it's head Like it stole my wallet Working from the ground up I'm steady climbing Results start to mound up I'm throwing sliders Change up the style on em I'm paying homage I'ma knock it out the park If she throw it I'ma splitter You fucking with a winner I hate to lose I been through the trials I done paid my dues I don't owe nobody shit Now I'm paying myself I'm tryna set my son up So I'm stacking wealth I'm give him all the game That I had to learn I done been through the fire He don't have to burn I'm take everything you Didn't have to earn Put the pedal through the floor You feel the afterburners Me and CL going up and ain't nobody stopping that Niggas better round up they best and try to get it back I see you niggas creepin' down the block right into my trap I let the CIWS swiss cheese it ain't no coming back Beating down the block in this hoe I make the glass break Presidential tint on the whip Like I'm a candidate Sliding down the highway switching lanes Like I'm Bubba Wallace Chasing down this bread I'm on it's head Like it stole my wallet Working from the ground up I'm steady climbing Results start to mound up I'm throwing sliders Change up the style on em I'm paying homage I'ma knock it out the park If she throw it I'ma splitter You know This the type of song you gotta like, dedicate to somebody Not just anybody though, like somebody special You? I mean these other bitches be in my DM But you be in my therapist Notes Nah, for real though I dedicate this to you Foot on your back Weight of the world on top your shoulders Expanding ya family tree And the sunshine got you glowing You worth it all Worth everything I had to struggle for My momma's son It's a lot women out here that's too this and too that But you are the one The only one The one that I call no matter if the moon or the sun is up The one that want If it's just me And you or all of us Sunshine Oh my No matter where you are You gon' stand out Don't be walking round here With your head down You the only one I want And that's hands down Shorty you sunshine I would give it all up Ball up the banks notes everything I got combined If clouds bring the rain I'm pulling you with me I promise to nurture Everything that you give me Magnolia sweet scents You be keeping me tense I'm freeing your spirit Each time that you let me to feel it I'm sure my neighbors can hear it I'm tryna nurture your growth Even if you outgrow me Know I want y