Litty Than Most (feat. SNAP)

Love has many sides and many faces, sugar And anyone you hurt you can see the traces Im alive Im alive, Im alive, Im alive, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, My Girl, My Girl, Oh no no no They getting active, but lacking the juice. Pass em the ball, and they shaqtin a fool Give me a show, and we pack out the room. Lately been making immaculate moves If He flipping the packs, out the back, then we cool. Gratefully thanking the traction, thats brewed I been following light, as the mercy pursues. Lyrical greatness, they think I'm an alchemist Ignorance Genuis to most of you savages. You in the pen, and they checking they balances Give em free labor, they building they palaces Look at the system, it steady just laughs us. Moving too shitty, you think we took laxatives. Heard he be hating, but never gon' back it up. He try to smoke me, I guess that we matchin' him. One in head and a k in the trunk. He f*ck around, and we bagging him up. Really, I hate when they off and they puff. Swear these niggas don't know me, enough is enough. I've been out chasing, a bag on these bums. He claiming I owe Im calling and his buff. Craving the pressure, I fiend for the rush. And they steady talk shit, but I never get touched. He moving dope as he taxin' or what. Ready to blow, he ain't rapping enough. Thinking he cold cause , they backing him up. If I fish for the pole, then they packing him up. F*ck all the pettiness, making new statements. I'm trying to go out as the G.O.A.T. People been patiently praying, just wait in amazement. I knowing I'm litty than most Tizzy Summer Breeze, makes me feel fine. Floating through the jasmine, In my mind. Oh, he snapping, snapping! Summer Breeze, makes me feel fine. Floating through the jasmine, In my mind. Oh, he snapping, snapping! Got red on the bottom, I like my shawty fit, I'm poppin' Got aim, no problem, I bang my 40, then rang in the morning. She drained my body, but she's all ballin'. Got big ol' donkey, got big ol' donkey . As soon as I step in, BOOM. Pardon me, watch how I move. Bounce back and improve. I'm gon' do what I do. I've been cooking all the money like some brew. I'm in my bag, deep with blues. Big dripper, got it humid in the room. I've been kicked back with some goons. That dope bitch sticky, ew. Better talk that blicky, pew. My life been LITTY, ew. Bitch, I pop my shizzy, ew. Bitch, I pop my shizzy, ew. I eat fancy, nigga, pink salmon. I don't like niggas keeping heat handy. I hit hard like John Manson. I'm certified, nigga, been standing. Too obvious that they can't stand me. I'm fine, nigga, and dandy. My right hand like a hand cannon, I sweep the streets, nigga, land scanning. He too sweet, nigga, man candy. My blunt stank like some canned salmon. Still ain't worried about the bag. Still getting heavy with the racks Still quick hitter with the jab. Still ain't worried about your ass. Still been counting up cash. Still been deep in my bag Still been deep in my bag Still been deep in my bag