SWEAT

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Some niggas don't think, niggas just drink up Steady on the feet but the pressure bring the crease up Momma would call me at college like "What you eat, son?" Mom, I ate my pride, my confidence in the freezer Ego on a leash, I walk it like a hyena I be on the stage but the pain ain't for theater The fangs on the snake, got my name where its teeth were Niggas trying to break in my lane but I'm speeding You know I can't die in your place, I ain't Jesus You know that my spine wouldn't break if you squeezed it Them niggas offsides, crossing lines, ain't no defense Only time I really go outside is when I'm sleeping Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh-huh Hands full, ain't got no fair trade Too busy to caretake Some niggas don't know that they can learn past the 12th grade I'm trying to get my friends paid Paranoid my friends snakes Niggas moving weird around my board for a checkmate World on my shoulders, it be helping with the leg strength I was sending invoices after writing essays My nigga don't play games with two Ks but he'll press play I got to tell my nigga that I love him when my chest ache The worst haters be niggas who don't work, they just spectate And that's really most niggas adding numbers to the death rate Decisions I wouldn't make for myself that my ex made Nights I thought I'd cried but I know too well how sweat taste Yeah, yeah, yeah Decisions I wouldn't make for myself that my ex made Nights I thought I'd cried but I know too well how sweat taste Bless y'all Ladon