MOMENT OF SILENCE Lyrics

Never understood paying money to stand at the party

I'm going green my back yard's a botanical garden

In it for the money I'm no longer an amateur artist

And if my dick had a life it would have it the hardest

She selling pussy to the highest bidder

I don't understand but pretty sure somebody gets her

And I'm hoping that somebody gets her

And care about her even though she'll double cross them and I'm talking often

We talk less... listen more... guess we act different

Me and money talk all day you chat wit it

Bank account be catfishing, I'm so clutch but my girl purse isn't

Cause I gotta hide this strap in it

People booking sessions, smoking more than they rapping

I call it wasting money mine stretch like elastic

I'm picture perfect to go platinum no need for a caption

These rappers da ed, when you reading it backwards

Don't lie to yourself, homie taught me the rules

Pack of noodles a day, back when I was in school

Feeling like I'm Bishop once I got it I kept me a tool

Dusse diet, the sip got me seeing in twos

Too big too wide she stroking my ego

Bed squeaking got the hood looking out for Debo

They dry snitching, they been downing the juice

They investigate me, I drop fifty-two with the flu, ha-chew

I am the sauce like I came with the stew

I'm so focused, let me tell you what them tunnels'll do

I've been sitting on the piggy bank and nothing is new

And I'm icy like your lemonade, Jesus the proof

Honorary Trini, the slums fuck with me

Im a live full, so I can die empty

One of one so when I'm gone I'll take the vibes with me

And if you feeling this shit nod wit me

I tell the hoes the truth, cause I'm not scared to lose them

After six pm today, I'm meeting with a new one

Ignore the bougee broke bitch* I let dude pursue them

I been having pretty women I know what I'm doing

She blame it on the sex, when really it's the soul

She never tell the whole truth, but know what's going on

Self esteem booster, I be channeling lows

She got a problem with the hoes but she one of the hoes

She got the fattest ass, her family middle eastern

She drive a Land-cruiser, I got some things to teach her

This three five of the shrooms, got her seeing creatures

She get high and take pictures with the street sweeper

Don't have to lie cause she'll do it for me

Moral of the story is my loyalty is more than most affording

Constructions made for the social order

The tip of the iceberg the realest shit I serve so tap in