POST HASTE

I never force the feeling I just let it come and go Like a leaf that's floating with breeze Swaying to and fro Hold the phones Or put em down Hide your hoes don't make a sound When young Mau is in yo town Duck yo head I'm snatching crowns Damn right, yeah I'm snatching crowns Niggas aim to put me down I bet you off you fucking clown I can't love this girl she got me twisted like a wrap around I rapped around a couple cities Might as well be pushing pounds More weight You see the shit on my plate I'm raising the stakes Post haste Nigga get out of the way I don't need the shade Ok Bitch I been killing the game and getting off clean like OJ But I am a nigga and I cannot hide it They hit me with court dates (damn!) I need more space I'm headed your way I bet she don't wait That's how these hoes play I wanna go away To a quiet place That's the hideaway Might just fly away To catch a vibe a day With a fire a shawty She my prada baby When I open my eyes I see the devil in the details Getting caught up over retail I do the same nigga be fair Tryna mask this pain Ima up this defense Whatever happens ima prevail Til the day a nigga set sail c million beats in my email cin't enough instrumentals that could hold my mental Got a nice smile but a fucked up dental Still somehow end up front and center like I'm pick of the litter Oh f*ck Forgot that I was shittin on you niggas I promise you can really tell the difference Upping the ante gone clear up my vision She left her panties had me reminiscing I think that I'm tripping Was stuck in the house missing out on some living I stepped outside on a turbulent mission Tryna provide been making decisions That's prolly gone end up creating some distance Between me, my friends, and my competition My biggest critic said I gotta get it Bitch I been my wasting my minutes I be so tired but sleep when you dead I think I'll wait til I'm finished More weight You see the shit on my plate I'm raising the stakes Post haste Nigga get out of the way I don't need the shade Ok Bitch I been killing the game and getting off clean like OJ But I am a nigga and I cannot hide it They hit me with court dates (damn) I need more space I'm headed your way I bet she don't wait That's how these hoes play I wanna go away To a quiet place That's the hideaway Might just fly away To catch a vibe a day With a fire a shawty She my prada baby