Tell Me That (feat. Johnny Bl$ng)

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I was gone for a second, should've known you couldn't keep it
Only rule in my absence, not a king, you a regent
It's crazy you think you fire but you barely even decent
Niggas are in denial, I ain't talking bout Egypt
You lighter than loose leaf, now watch me rip you to pieces
My lyrical Mona Lisas prove that you sweeter than Reese's
I'm just trying to spot the leeches and snakes creeping from creases
Can't see the bigger picture, I'll break it down into seasons
You bland, I'm well seasoned
This too easy, I'm breezing
You ain't notice her cheating while you was at home sleeping
She creeping, committing treason
She just needed a reason
I'm colder than the chicken you didn't take out the freezer
I'm well known as a pleaser, she switch teams like Ariza
When I show my banana, shawty turn to a lemur
I've always been a dreamer, a big thinker, a schemer
Pass the keys to the beamer, super fly like Mr. Mina
I'm jumping off the scale, you don't even show on the meter
I'm ten toes, you teeter
I earn my respect
Now the non-believers are eager to hear what comes through the speakers
If I don't give my all, that's gon' be my biggest regret
I need to make millions like I need my next breath
I'm plotting my next step, feel like I gotta throw the ball
And then still make the catch
Sound like everyone but yourself
Would y'all please give it a rest
What you witnessing in the flesh is separation at its best
Got my arm in the rim and you barely touching the net
I'm here to collect, make you pay for that disrespect
The smallest in the room, but I'm taking the biggest steps
A nigga coming correct
Soon this nigga step up on the beat
Turn to claymore
No Rashad, no Smino
This striped suit's like the Bambino's
Babe, I'm ruthless, MC's toothless
Ain't no hiccup, pick up the rose
Lo and behold, this flower bomb
Word that's big up to Wale
Move the octave down, now it sound like Sade
I'm the best nigga east side, west side, I can't call it
L.A. to Chicago, I go
Bully mode in these purple gold king colors
Doing
Don King numbers, doing John Bling numbers
They gon' need an army just to take this thing from us
Bitches Charles Barkley, nigga, tryna get this ring from us
Enter like the dragon, the Wu-Tang
I got your boo thang up on my boomerang
She coming back to me
F*ck your punctuality,
I'll punch you actually
Your formalities a bunch of back-to-back fallacies
Casualties, maladies afflicting me
I need healing
Sipping Dom Perignon and darjeeling
Got my face peeling
Ayo, you know him? Yeah, that brother stay stealing
He got your girl inside his place kneeling
I'm a warrior like Steph and them
Keep telling them, that lack of noise
Man, that silence from your boys
Your brethren
Shit is deafening
Made me gotta talk to Helen
And learn sign to teach these young minds how to rhyme
Coco Melon
It's elementary, but no Abbott
Niggas getting drunk, tryna chase this wild rabbit
We drinking gin and juice and white wines and Grey Goose
While they bite lines and bide time,
Then let loose and wonder how I feel about it
They mans like,
Mm, you want the truth
He might mind
Niggas bars is white lies
I'm stepping on this beat like Might Guy
Hot as Szechuan peppercorns
You ain't stepping for me, nigga
Who the f*ck you stepping for?

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