Yeah I hit with precision
I been on my shit and you can't see my vision
Working and grinding and living
Separate all the hate
I'm not trapped in this prison and I see division
And I'm on my mission the feelings is fake
I'm some type of way
There is no debate
Give credit to God He gave me this lane
The separation of the good and great has me feeling crazy and I'm so insane
In a mental hospital I'm illogical
Shooting my shot like mission impossible
Uh
The haters will say that I'm fake but they don't know shit about me
The money it came from the grave so let's start a list of counting
All the days that you been away
Whatchu gonna say my feelings the same
I don't know pain the thoughts in my brain
They starting to strain but I been okay
Why are you trippen up all on my vision
My mind just been missing and I can't keep giving
I don't need permission,
The rhyme is my Nixon up all on my wrist
When you polish I glisten
I been talking my shit
I do this for me and fam
You talking bout blowing up but you ain't ever been the man
I'm thinking that maybe you wanna restart and just come back tomorrow
Cause there ain't no way in hell that you been up with the Harlow
Yeah I hit with precision
I been on my shit and you can't see my vision
Working and grinding and living
Separate all the hate
I'm not trapped in this prison and I see division
And I'm on my mission the feelings is fake
I'm some type of way
There is no debate
Give credit to God He gave me this lane
Credit to God He gave me this lane
I cannot slow down I'm running this race
You stuck up trying to chase
All things that I create
Listen up close little b**h I will not say all this shit again
Listen up close little b**h I will not say all this shit again
Gang
Moneys not top of the reasons why I go and do this shit I cannot stress it enough
Funny how you be out doing this trust I can feel the shit and I am calling your bluff
Buddy you won't make a cent until you are doing this shit strictly for love
I've had enough of you ignorant f**s
That's my two cents imma keep it a buck
F**k
What I gotta do to make you feel the things that make you go and change it up
Scream it from a roof I'll speak the truth I'll fit the suit I'll get you tailored bruh
Listen to the words I have to say
Make the circle smaller everyday
Keep the real ones all up in your lane
Don't you ever ever f**n hesitate
Yuh yuh
This rowdy as shit
Get off my d**k
Got nothing else to say
That money you get
Don't pay your rent
Boy you got bills to pay
Take care of your kin
Pray for a win
Make sure you keep it straight
I said what I meant
You get what you get
Now I'll be on my way
