Point Em Out Lyrics

I hear garbage often

Hardest part is keeping my mouth closed

I stay cautious God is watching

And he chose where my road goes

So I'm always on ten toes

Keep one eye on all of my foes

And two eyes on all of my bros

Cause jealousy knows who to expose

Couldn't ever be me with the jealousy

I ain't never been fake for a fact case closed

You can catch me sipping on some tea from the corner store with the hot Cheetos

Same Andy on 100-P with the gap in my teeth and I'm wearing my 'fro

The bees knees from my head to my toes

Bring the heat when it rains and snows

When it rains and snows and the world gets cold

Keep a jacket for the rain so insane like woah

But I got a plan in my damn manos

I ain't taking no breaks no descanso

Rhyme's on my mind on the mic tanto so I'm married to the game like te amo

Can't change up it's a lane I chose so it's quiet for the foes who think I'm slow

Tell me I'm maybe trippin'

You think I'm crazy listen

Call me paranoid 'cause I'm avoiding situations getting

A little suspect and I ain't need to check

I'm too sharp and so I see whats going down like a sunset

I keep real ones in my pack if he switching where he at

Where he at where he at where he at

Point 'em out

Sneak dissing disrespect thinking I didn't notice yet

Where he at where he at where he at

Point 'em out

Never overthrow me couldn't even if they would try

I can smell 'em out and I can see it through my bird's eye

Upgrade my banking statements there's no saying what I could buy

All because I'm hot enough to sizzle like a stir fry

The realest ones been riding way before this even started

Knew all of my beats and bars and verses go the hardest

Just waiting for the world to check me out no Target

Going 'til my mama got a crib with a garden

Got oppositions in my team I stop and witness how they be

I seen real ones turn to rats 'cause some will switch up for the cheese

Keep the scissors in my jeans next to my wallet and my keys

This drip like liquid isn't cheap it's just a portion of the piece

G-O-D only G I know

He open doors with the keys like a piano

Throw around the green but it's no play-dough

Taking trips overseas just to go lay low

Squash the beef like it's McDonalds

Bet the heat make 'em sing like it's E-I-O

From the concrete and the mud I rose

Putting on for the team and the bros back home

Chef don't be on the road too tough but I still cut through with the local thugs

Could've ran off the plug but I kept it real and I showed 'em love

My flow so flame I'm scorching I shoot don't miss wide open

Keep on growing so they know I'm not in my bag I'm loading