I bury a nigga before I bury the hatchet Excuse my ratchet I remember 20 degrees without no jacket Heatin' up with matches Motherfuckers ain't scarred like me Got hard like me Came from starvin' beats so pardon me For a verse I charge a g, I'm sorry, b That free shit dead like no charger, g Gotta get mine so I flip rinds Came from laying on the floor Like a flipped dime When I see these niggas brag About what they used to Them the motherfuckers That I'm really not used to Understand that what you Put in is what you get out Respect only comes from what you allow The devil always try to get in you Within the mouth The strong keep 'em out Even with a low bank account
I'm real wise when I speak I'm using my wisdom teeth I'm real wise when I speak I'm using my wisdom teeth
I eat ramen noodles just to humble myself I don't change off wealth Niggas on the gram finding These expensive-ass belts That's a life they couldn't help Food in the fridge, clothes on ikea something Or take the belt back After you post a pic stuntin' Damn, all these niggas think about is theyself The belt could get you hoes But can the hoes get you a belt? Look, young nigga don't force it Spent all your green On your outfit lookin' like the armed forces Look inside your pocket Your left with a small portion Real talk My voice would be hoarse if it was horse shit Ninety percent bitches Won't mistake me for who? Got these bitches on edge like got2b glue One minute could be up The next minute she screwed I was stuck at some point But got the gum off my shoes
I'm real wise when I speak I'm using my wisdom teeth I'm real wise when I speak I'm using my wisdom teeth
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43565512