Grown Man Business

Started prevailing Crabs in a bucket want me gone Got to watch the fetty too many be breaking code All this fake shit I rather do this shit alone Because when it comes to breaking bread they'll put a pistol to your dome Serpents be lurking and I can't let them take my soul They say what doesn't kill you in the end will make you strong I got it out the quicksand outworking the next man Determined for greatness I got victory in my bones I'm a, Audio Scholar put pencil to the paper My Acc is on 100 I'll hit you without the laser The real is dying off and the smiles are getting faker I can barely tell the difference between a friend and a hater And a hater And a hater That's why I only fuck with family You ain't tryna slide how the fuck you saying you Kin to me? Only fuck with those who got a plan or got a plot On how we bout to buy the block and stack loaf inside the pantry I don't talk much hide feelings behind the camo Tell a goof a secret I bet they use it as ammo You ain't got a quarter to chief I guess you can't blow You ain't got a stick to contribute I guess you can't go Fuck a leach them blood sucking parasites can get gone I'm trying to come up you still worries about what them snakes on That's the main reason a pussy nigga gone stay broke This ain't nothing new it's gone be a few that you out grow Back when I was down I was boarderline tapping out Red heads giving up the neck I'm brackin now Crazy how they didn't give a fuck now they ask me how Highest paid with the best grades in a cap and gown This is not a dream Ima work till I'm world renowned Never find me in no paperwork nigga check the file Old bitch peeped my new bitch and she cracked a frown Told me Three you'll never be shit and I cracked a smile I be chicken chasing and eating like I'm a big nigga I was taught to do what you love and practice good business Ain't no sympathy for the weak I'm about to steal Christmas Ain't shit for free in this system you gotta go get it Never hit your wood I already know ain't no dope in it Tried showing Love no I'm acting like I don't know niggas Never satisfied on my mama I need the whole ticket Baby got a similar fetish we like to count digits Money counter felt off balance by a couple Hun Had to thumb through to guarantee I don't jump the gun Put it to his stomach let it blow me just lost a ton Never switching up you stay loyal I'll do it for none Yeah let me teach you about the art of war It's simple you stay with yours and we stay with ours Coming hard I'm to the rack like Abdul- Jabbar Really from the bottom and cold as fuck like the ocean floor It's finally time to expose them for who they really are Humble yourself before the lord while you're counting the score These niggas keep calling me brother don't trust them at all They want me gone like Cain and Abel Mufasa and Scar Now let me illustrate the image of my lifestyle They see the glasses and assume that I'm a nice guy I been a resident in the trenches a long time I'm trying to touch a couple hundred Mill before I go blind like huh! Like huh! These niggas be hella fucking weak Music don't be shit without that fuckin beat I got a zero toleration for keyboard beef Bet I kill it off like eight ball that was cut with bleach Now let me put you on some game so you don't go missing I just need you to understand its a grown man business So if I put you in the game you ain't got my chicken My chicken RIP that's your last day living Day living Day living Day living