Switches

Mr. Crabs got the bag for the scab You want a fucking gift come and sit up on my lap Sitting in the lab with the sap small violin Sap make' em cracking think he inhalin carbon oxygen Sent a letter, read her, then mislead her That's what fucking happens when you coming for my cheddar You think you got the flow, you no progresser Think you got sneaky skills, you no suppressor Every morning wake up building filled with mimics Peeps me tries to read me hieroglyphs See I, I'm specific never see I chasing chi on a fucking mission Keep my bread, spend yo toast, maintain my loaf Feel like I'm potter in public the way I'm staying cloaked Think you hotter than something cause you got the folks But most homies and honeys don't last as long as hoped Explanation every situation I'm getting patient Don't need association with half of y'all who always faking Keep on talking I ain't listening to a thing you saying Using your words like a map path that I'm tracing I should sew yo mouth closed from other peeps business Try to toss it on wait, you the only witness Make ur own sit sour, like citrus Now crawling back to old bitches to give forgiveness Leave em leaking, no blood spilling feelings No one rust me up, I'm too clean like stainless steel is Causing me to bleed out, shit I'mma keep on healing Better make this shit count cause we never know when our last meal is