I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity
I can't invite you I'm sorry
You ain't the vibe
Your energy barely alive
I think I'm sick of all the talking
I could amaze yall
Give you something you could pray for
You still treat me like an option
I just keep bawsing
45 up in the morning
Middle fingers to the comments
They tryna tell me what to do
But i just got hits on my mind
So I'm finna snooze straight up on all of these losers,
Stick to my grind
They be distractions I just move past 'em
I don't time for no debate
I'm tryna get sauce on my plate then i let it rain
They getting mad cause I don't reply
But that ain't the vibe that I'm tryna chase
I hit the road fast when I'm with
The guys ahead of the lies the spit in my face
I just be all in my bag, ain't no time for the gram
I'm working in silence, I put in all my shit pile,
Surprise em then i go bang
Sick of these internet gangsters
I get right but they switching my angles
I can't decide, i just think its a gamble
Back in my mind, this shit is a scandal
One wrong move and I get cancelled
2 strikes and they changing the channel
3 strikes and they switch sides
You get balled out, now you just an example
They want you perfect
I'll have you know that im dropping
These jaws when they look at my verses
And that is my purpose
10 outta 10 when you testing me that is for certain
I take out a serpant and burn em
Look in the mirror, i see only competition
That's a mindset to go further
I'll give you something you ain't ever heard of
2 years then this game getting murdered
I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity
I can't invite you I'm sorry
You ain't the vibe
Your energy barely alive
I think I'm sick of all the talking
I could amaze yall
Give you something you could pray for
You still treat me like an option
I just keep bawsing
45 up in the morning
Middle fingers to the comments
I'm done with this stupid clout
Gotta double it down on the music now
So I finna bring it and kill it I'm going places
When they see me they moving out
Everybody tell me
All my life I been fighting I ain't never giving up
You try holding us down middle fingers up
While they doubting we counting these figures up
Lemme tell you something
I know you know these bitches be praying that we slipping
Been picking up winning they hissing
They say we missing but the hate never hitting
No it ain't hittin
And I know they saw the flow blow up and they switching
They be talking that shit but they listen
Ain't competing but they always gone pitch in
They stabbing your back till you catching
That fat stack pass that and
They slashing you banned by that pack
They ain't stand with you
While they capping to you I be snapping fool
They chatting with you if you catching the views
Abuse you if you ain't pack the tools
Nowadays all the music don't matter too
People shaking they ass and they grab some blues
Everyone wanting the beef they never
Be weighing the stakes though
Ego never letting no mistakes go
We don't even settle if the plate full
Grateful my homies be faithful
I done did enough time with the snakes though
We the real foe in this game mode so
I really be praying for these fake ho's
I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity
I can't invite you I'm sorry
You ain't the vibe
Your energy barely alive
I think I'm sick of all the talking
I could amaze yall
Give you something you could pray for
You still treat me like an option
I just keep bawsing
45 up in the morning
Middle fingers to the comments