Lyrics:
of the wait is on metrics a zillion
Bitch I want the whole building
Them kniggas on money I swear they're my real friends
I say fuck who done killed them
I told
thirsty for the scores,
chasing the metrics and building up the matrix
We've reached it fast but couldn't go ahead
Don't wanna go
back in time
but i
I’ve been looking in the city for you
I’ve been leaving the city for you
in a black haze,
running toward your metric space
God sets your sun with
shakin pistol weighs a metric ton
Shut your mouth and dont talk shit I'm not the one
Fuck your bitch inside the whip thats hit and run
Only smokin bomb I
softener is sound
If it hasn't got a metric it doesn't exist
As hard as I try its hard to persist
Come on come on come on again
Hear what I say
No matter
gone hold to my lessons (hold it)
All my slides electric
Check the statistics and metrics
This only the second but I got it lit every session
Submerged metrics errors I got no room for that
Urging for the treasures there's a truth for that
Plan to keep it clear like French Vermouth
You can lie
at the job acting like
A law abiding citizen
Treat it like the trap
My metrics good I'm killing them
A lot of people counted me out
I ain't feeling them
But
a metric
So keep your true authentic
But when in doubt, when in doubt
When in doubt you gon' run to god
Don't wanna leave the bottle
Half or empty imma model
the metrics
Sliding in a Tesla
And y'all slide like electric
Smoking on Obama Runtz
My plug just got elected
I'm feeling like the summer, cause I'm keeping it
it
No manifesting we materializing
Light speed be the metrics we be moving in
Bullshit we ain't approving yeah
So take your case and move it yeah
Some
scouting him
They hear this passion still doubting him
The go-to, a Big Playa
Wintality, a Win Player
They watch me like they watch my flow, metrics
I talk
Riding with the tint no you can't see me
What you smoking I don't know but no Sativi
Whippin' 'lectric but it's fast like Lamborghini
Smoke a metric
genetics
They be faking in the raps like their whole life was prosthetic
When I measure out a four, only time I use metric
They say Nickk put in the work
Who am I
Profound reflection
Of metric composition
Verse
With the power to curse
True dimension
Symbolic representation of life
Versification for
all metrics
Spare parts for the medics
Want some of this gas
Not for cash
I want credit
So protective
And selective who I hang with
Not welcome in my
you're going through shit
Yeah you never really told them but since when did that become the metric
Gave 'em too much information and was hoping that they
till it's gone
But if you stay with me
You'll be sympathetic to the metric of my soul
And we'll bring fire to the cold
I kill the vermin when the sun
out mentions
Couple nice guys with some bad intentions
I aint stressing
Gain perspective
I'm just in my room tryna change the metric
Goodies in the bag
got a lot of shit to do
Nothing to prove (To you)
Your metrics complicated, outdated, you frustrated
80% of your time denying your own greatness
20%
a bank run, I don't care cuz I'm done
I'm done, nuff' of this nonsense it's just a metric ton
Of irrelevance and variance I seen just way too much
Of these
so much swag I can’t lose
Whip electric fuck the metrics
How you gon gas me boy you a fool
Like how i’m ass if you stealing my moves
Yeah i’m like fuck
like I never could imagine
I was told get up off your ass and get established
I was told young nigga better learn metric
They ain't gotta like it but I
inner
But the gyaldem are inner
Calculating all the metrics
You see the flow's in the DNA
So the product in my genes expensive
Credit to the maestro
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