Lyrics:
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
the bitches
'Cause they all up on you but be gone when it get real
Bitches ain't shit but a brick through your windshield
Shows in the evening, business
weapo-nized against me
Or half the shit I stress about just passes past me
And it's common I'm in drama and get comments
But recently I feel like there's no
breed)
Fuck, man, they don't make niggas like they used to, dawg (last of a dyin' breed)
Niggas tryna get a nigga sideways and shit, nigga (ayy)
It's
It been three days i'm still rolling my gun im keeping it close
I handle business get off to get away from the folks
Bitch ima blow yo brain off you
on your headphones
And rewind this song
Bitch I’m right here with ya
And there’s a struggle outside too
This for the people that get out the
Pen with
has em flexing enough to describe what it's like to be dead
Imminent virtues for the dealings to hurt you - no question the lesson? It's business
grillz with no smirks
Seen him frontin' with some skeezers
Actin' like he's a boss with no rank, pussy posin' as a leader
Had a bitch with me from
fast (yeah)
Fuck, CEOs taking ya shows and firing you at night like Nick, that's a Cannon blast
They'll try to under cut your ass, but out your cast
Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
what I'm revealing
Humanity has no empathy, eventually get rid of enemies, mentally and with serenity
No holding vengeance, there is just a need for
Or people that they knew had me on blast
It’s funny how you’re mad
My photo shoots are looking like a Pap took them
Swipe up to get that hoodie
Business moves
loaded like a gun
But I'm still on top of my business bitch, don't doubt I'll get it done
Ay
I'm staying on track, fuck what these hoes say
I been
pass by
get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song!
Do yo' thang don't be scared, cause you gon' get served
You get mine then you gon'
car you
Would own in your dreams bITCH!
Flashin' bills like indecent exposure
Tossin' off my overcoat to show you my boner
If you got a business, I'll
be minding their business
No nuance
Trans people minding their business
No nuance
White wokes tryna be victims
You know you wrong
Cotton on your shirt
Uh!
Get on the beat just like forest and run it
Speak guapanese otherwise I won't listen
I peep the ones who show love from a distance
Peep how i how my
FN on me this bitch ain't just for show
Sweep shit like broomsday hoe
Posted with 4 I'll send him at your door
Still mad from years ago
That's why you
it's all cause of Hova, that prayer a must
Them guys them there, they sus
This gun right here, it buss
If you want your life, you duck
I be thinking like
Seriously it's clear to see there ain't
No curing me with surgery
(Mr hyde) you're live at my BBQ
You weak ass faggots roast
My foes get smoked like a
Fire
to the park
After midnight cause it's about get dark
Getting home late those dogs always bark
I started this from the beginning like I'm Tony stark
Your
brother from another mother, we made the clique
Me and Slim from Decatur, trick
Fuck with us, get your tater split
I spit rhymes like I'm 6'9 and my
chicken from the fucking kitchen
Because underneath there's something simmering
Something sickening
Flow so cold leave him shivering
Throw your corpse like
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