3 Way

Now it’s the Nigga they call self centered for having vision.
Homie you’ve changed
Nah I just listen
To how these niggas move with others
Bruh it’s just business
If it’s good then I’m with it
If it’s not then Fuck the friendship
Been
Building the passion
Can't let a lame come between
They used to laugh at me
Until they really peeped the scene
Soul glowing like I had sheen in the curls
I’m already in love
Quit being mean to your girl cuzz she’s feeling me
Been bitching bout nobody supporting been really killing me
Make something dope or don’t post that’s my energy now
Been trying to build with the homies
They clown around
Time is of the essence when you’re building from the ground
So excuse me for not listening
I’m worried bout production
They worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in how I leave em smiling
Yeah
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Ay Ay
Ariba
Ariba
Yeah
Been Feeling like Tony
I can’t trust the homies
I can’t trust a woman
They don’t really know me
They vibe with the old me
Or think they’ll control me
My name is not Toby
The fire of Kunta
Is burning
Like the passion up in my tummy
I’m hungry
I’m eating like we have feelings
And we aint just fuckin
I’m tired of being silent
About the levels
I've exceeded on my own
Ya’ll struggling on co op mode
Tried to let these niggas win
But they shit talk alot
Had to remember for a second
We compete in Hip Hop
So I’m
Loading my bullets
I’m writing down names
I’m Cole on the brain
Or Kenny with fade
I’m filled up with rage
No De La Rocha
I’m Housin on Chochas
That think they opposing my name
They think they can outshine the flame
Stop
My flow like a monster truck playin T3AZO beats
While tires run amuck on their lanes
While they scream out in pain
I’m the 44
That Biggie kicked in the door with
Claiming the brains off sudden movements
I’m paranoid the thirst for the fame
Makes niggas stupid
And I aint taking chances no more I’m just shooting.
Yeah Man
Fuck
I’m Just shooting
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas aint really the shit (Yeah)
For real I just feel like a myth
Amongst Hip Hop peasants that squander their gifts (Yeah)
Or maybe I’m full of myself
But I’m single as fuck
So I’m on my own dick (Yeah)
Nobody is gassing me up
I’m hard on myself
So I don’t hear the shit (yeah)
Ok enough of that shit (Yeah)
Bitch I’m a problem
And can’t no one solve it
I’m the acid dissolving
On the tongue of the youth
Showing them truth
Is a beautiful view
But it does not compute
So give me the loot
Let me flex over you
Let me finesse your chick
Take her to roof
We can do what it do
I’m Ray to the hate
I’m Basquiat great
Pray time don’t
Take me away
Before they chant names
For taking the stage
Come out and titties free of their cage
Tiitties!
Screaming like Diddy
Early Bad Boy phase
This what you want?
Fuck the message
Make the crowd go insane
This what you want?
Then you got it
Nobody wants to relate cuz they chumps
Whatever though
Here’s to forever growth
If I see ya’ll at the top
It’s cuz my soul aint here no more