Moment of Silence Lyrics

I be seeing people out here trying out "fake it till you make it" methods and it don't suit me

It's not my kind of fashion

I'm cut from a different fabric y'all old Gucci

Hammy downs, cop flea fits when you flee quick with the false Louie

Fake as hell chinatown jewelry

Fake ice, I don't fake nice imma always do me

Give a cold shoulder how I do to groupies

I'll rock chains when the times change and my profit charts look like mount Fuji

Nobody gon out do me

Get a clue hang around Scooby see how he Doo

Put you through just one ounce of all the work I do and you'd look goofy

I'm in the zone after pounds of doobies yo come and check it

Horse hanging from my necklace

Love a chick that keep me guessing

Hate a bitch that make me question anything about intentions

Shawty got me like a henchman cause I'm always providing protection

Feed into my melancholy

You keep me, you keep me unamused

Soon we'll be grievin everybody

Cause this like death of autotune

Need a moment of silence everytime I gotta kill another thought of you

Ladadada hey hey Imma do you how Sean Carter do

Some of y'all might take flight but most nosedive, kamikaze

All praises to the most high not me bitch God got me

In the past tense way back then I probably could've went pac 10

But without pens i'm blasé blasé

Heating up like a hot tomale

It's not banks from a long range I'm all net from the Sierra Madres

These sons of bitches know I fuck they mommy's

My biggest problem is a jealous papi coming up to pop me

Just because I get a bit too cocky

Beef with me so I can eat a patty even Pat Bev can't contest or block me, goddamn

You got faith well I got plans to get on the boards like Rodman

Billboard top 10

Being me is staying on brand

I'm bringing heat like a glock in my hot hand

Pop pop, I'm coming through if you got plots then I'm all in

Chips heavy on my shoulder, chips with a dip when the season over

Early June feel like October

My light shine when I'm all sober and when I'm lit imma lot colder

Been burning bread gotta pocket toaster

I want the love like Chief Sosa

Feed into my melancholy

You keep me, you keep me unamused

Soon we'll be grievin everybody

Cause this like death of autotune

Need a moment of silence everytime I gotta kill another thought of you

Ladadada hey hey Imma do you how Sean Carter do