(lyrics)
Like an evil villain I be petting on a cat
You aint wanna slide cause it was sittin in ya lap,
Better Shut the fuck up you aint never spin it back
I’m too busy counting money if I spend it get it back
Yeah, he spill a whole lotta red, I’m sippin red
I’m posted smoking on some shit i get 10 for 10
Running out the back then im hop up off the fence
Ditch the mask head home and sleep like it was zen
I dishonor him, I move like Corvo Attano
10 o clock sharp, Ima throw on urban camo
hang em by his chains but we aint posted at the gallows
Blink thru time n space then I creep up out the shadows
I head to Wawa, Ion fuck with QuickChek
Fucking with my team a easy way to get you quick checked,
Said I got a show i gotta rock, just gimme quick neck
Check my checkings most these rappers just be checkin “fit checks”
I do too much, just so I can get ahead
If I fuckin dont, then 2022 I’m dead
I got 2020 vision and this beam red
I spent 2 by 20 on two pints of lean red
(keep calm, in the middle of the storm I’m ready )
I just got up out the whip and put it in the trunk
Thirty and a pump, watch me take it out and dump
And I dont give a fuck if these motherfuckers hate me
He whip the charger but he missed out on his payments
I be on my level up and I know you hate it
He dont this lead to bust, fuckin wit my patience
It aint my fault if you down bad and complacent
I put all the work in so I’m comin for the namesake
Title, find me back in time fighting heathens in the bible,
Manifest the faith, I’m the scribe, and disciple
If it dont get better ima end it on a high note
Said he pussy wanna talk dont wanna fight tho
