Faults In My Heart

I know real Locs you ain't no fucking Loc I've heard good jokes yeah you a fucking joke You wanted smoke well here goes all the smoke And by my side that's just a couple bloaks My heart just tuned into blue Omarion with the truth It's getting icey in this I thought I'd heat up booth Mix and master yeah I prod. It too Don't understand it cuz it's dummy proof Studio tech, you see my gear Bitch I'm paid in full Y'all see all the sheep, go get some shears Get to making wool She's signing the Stip. Ain't got a case, but a basketful The stupidest claims, I'm throwing games Like I got the pull Shout out my parents going half on the school A family thing is all that matters leaving nothing excused Shout out my boys oh yeah they family too And fuck a hoe because she ain't that cool 3AM and that's this studio sesh 6AM and I'm refreshed I can teach you finesse I push my thresh and then I brush the stress All the compositions in my PC I attest You didn't work and we can tell All these fucking beats for sale Punching numbers in excel All the times that I prevailed Putting money on myself Like I got a job at Wells You say no cap but all I see is cap You say all facts but I don't see a fact You wanted rap and now I got it wrapped The whole package and that shits intact All these songs are my Horcrux Go and peep the performance I see you stuck in your frame Oh you a move in a portrait These bitches Dodge'n now i push a Ford truck I know y'all watching I'm a show you fortune In Havasu I'm sitting poolside with a dummy thing My family brought charcuterie out we drinking OV dranks We turned to 2 like Derek Jeter man shout out to JAY You see the view I look around like god damn 30s great Yeah And I ain't stopping a bit No one's fucking with this I give my feening a fix I pick my daughter up I see my twin you see an eclipse Go be a king and raise a queen but deadbeats ain't in the mix You don't gotta convince all the outfits and drips Yo Oputat the white boy took your girl now Tokyo drift I want to see my own and all my dogs portfolios shift Then we cookin with bricks Like Al Pacino in flix So much money on the table got us praying to chips But that's a sinister itch I'm praising god if it hits I gotta end these verses with the feeling of watching her strip Sitting back as I'm tuned our from all faulty predicts like holy shit