Allies & Opponents

You can't take me out my soul If you knew where I'd go No, no , no You can't take me out my soul (No, no, no) She got it twisted like she opened a sprite bottle and poured it Dodging bullets, and home robberies, and getting extorted I pour a fifth in a cup, and catch it, no caption has caught it Cause words sounds more lethargic when you just spitting so horrid Chorus correlated with correspondence, saying words recorded By another niggas, you use ghost writing, f*ck it, Im gonna sit back and grab the tea or the porridge Cause I caught a wave bigger than Kelly Slater, and I'm for it Just give me the whip, I don't care if its foreign She say give me the dick, don't care it morning I feed her that shit, she feed her mouth when she yawning She feed lies and start conning, I figured I could spray an array Of bars and let the guilt being the reason that you feel you are the target You would do the same if you knew your mother couldn't pay on the mortgage Never let a nigga depict my pen, not with the forging Like a cop patrolling forging stories, to make em' important Cause perception to his sergeant is way more appealing Sacrificing life as he goes, renditions of his feelings Cold sweat remind him that his heart need healing I keep it G, but needed reminder of what gave it meaning So can I give it meaning? Can I give it a purpose Make murderous verses in cursive but in person I reanalyze your health and ask you if its all worth it Im drinking water, Kirkland, while you tossing and turning I still fathom a furnished, living condition that service An open spot in your top charts, with 3 children And if I earned it, I told you, I never believed success came from popping Crisp with a permit, it was just, being observant, looking at these other niggas Just crashing and burning, you start to laugh at occurrences, that patched the gap With the courage, between two niggas that robbed each other's home They aint even know it I looked in their eyes, cascaded a stone, tell them to throw it I owe it, to my allies and opponents That fye fye, broward child since I was born in That fue fue, no play play, I smoke on that Jane Jane, like Kim K, and Kanye, I'm crazy Don't flip Ye', I get paid And every single day I keep up the wordplay, on Friday, on Day Day I drop some new hot shit and bitches go cray cray Im out of my damn lane Like walking down the street, during a hurricane I been fucking insane I'm off the fucking brain I still been in the game And ya'll still rapping the same I can't fathom the reign To be commercialized, or immortalized For the fact that you lame For the fact that you lame