:saywut:
You got something on your mind nikka?
I made a living off of rhyming 'bout just how I feel at the moment
Right at this particular moment I'm in that zone where I'm wondering how far I could really get with just my diploma
Reflecting on how rap is a blessing
Feeling that same feeling before I fukked my first bad bytch that I got right after undressing
Feeling like "Am I about to get this?"
In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence that comes down on you from the heavens like "Yeah, you 'bout to get it"
Just hope that you don't stick your dikk in a dud
Cause that bytch could end up your wife, or your mistress
Or that chick the same type as your mistress, or a chick that's just gon' draw your name with a stick in the mud
Rather intended or unintended
It all comes with a territory,
no pun intended
I fell out with all of my friends like "Is it me or is it them?"
Angry like "shyt everybody can't be wrong, but a lot of these nikkas just can't be right"
Therefore, I'll say it's their fault, say dat then
I fukking plan to, too many hoes out hear nikkas done ran through
I'd rather roll through the valley and lay low
I done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love and back with my spouse more than Halle and J. Lo
If she left me, my inner self would shatter
I could leave her, cause I'm a selfish addict
The problem is, I just don't want nobody else to have her
If we split, I consider my health a hazard
Or else living in wealth and lavish
And as far as these nikkas who want to kill me, you never get a chance
You a criminal chill with your subliminal twitter rants
You bigger than that, you just ain't bigger than me
You are literally killing me figuratively
I'm busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off me
If any one of you nikkas jump on me, nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off me
And that's off rip, bruh
Your contract killers can sign off richer
That little beef y'all talking is small things to a giant
Like Goliath been drinking that anaconda malt liquor
Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas
And if that day should come that we should ever part ways
It'll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella