Falsetto

See my grandma told me bout cursing but all of the shit I been thru it just made me get worser Addicted to cheese like a cursor just point me in any direction I take far to further These young niggas snatching on purses Well i put a strap in her satchel when warnings get urgent Make stains disappear like detergent Just hit me one time I'll upgrade you from nurse to a surgeon Them hospital beds filled with imbeciles Doing society favors by tryna get rid of you Keep running, condition is critical Bet you relapse if you get a good whiff of these chemicals She put me on crystals and minerals, I don't condone but I say kumbaya for the genitals I used to be evil and cynical, now I just smirk cause this cylinder taught me some angles He known for the biscuit, Bojangles Won't promote violence but if y'all at necks get him strangled My mama was known as the singer She carried notes so I picked up a pen and wrote bangers I'm smoother than canes and them gators Separate blues and the greens but it's still the same flavor I got a few ties in Jamaica, serve a lil ackee and they get to acting related Won't congratulate your belated, you had your day now I'm finna get back to degrading I pray to god, Jesus your savior Give you three days to recover, you resting eternally (on god) In the summer, I be where the furnace be In the winter, I be by the cooler (on god) Shit I done adapted adapted adapted so long Got hookups everywhere like computers My bitch so smart she a tutor, and I be her student She taught me bout passion and pleasure All of these storms I done weathered You think a lil rain or some sun finna crack up my leather See this jacket was made for the road (it was made) And my skin that was made from the soil (it was made) See it was a time when I used to cook rice I would stir it But eating taught me let it boil I'm sippin that slow juice By the time that i feel it, already reached my destination My patterns i broke loose Used to say I was living, when I'm just seeking a sensation All of that losing I hope that you tanking Must be a strategy gotta be thinking I put all my stories bout coming up inside the attic, and staying down in the basement Now I got leg room When you hunting you prolly be stuck in that spot for a minute Yo dogs getting fed soon To eat is they nature f*ck loyalty when it's survival Them niggas you worship been in the same place, really idols You chasing a wave I want titles Too many jets takeoff early like Powell, bilal Say J need a cleanup on aisle four