Picked Clean ft. 9th Gutta Lyrics

Defeat, i don't know what it means

I dont even try and still make a big scene

Im nice with it even tho my shit mean

Ima stay big stepping ima big thing

Ima get to it i aint gotta be seen

Ima get straight when everything else lean

Ima get right no matter how shit seems

Ima eat till this mother fucker picked clean

Im a thriller my nigga ima go mike with it (Jackson)

Ima take flight ima go mike with it (Jordan)

Im living my life i live it i live it

Im glad to be alive i did it i did it

Everyday is a blessing i know i am not you

Im like the sun and you niggas are ice cubes

Im sitting higher than smokey and ice cube

Life getting sweeter than diabetes type two

I do, whatever i put my mind to

Im everywhere im in front and behind you

Left and the right too heart of a champion is what is inside me I'm not sure exactly what is inside you

Try to access my mind i deny you

I cut people off its nothing that im tied to

Im unforgettable but still will remind you this is what i do

Take the time to examine where im going where i been and where the fuck im standing

Ironic how my hunger keep me far away from famine

God supply the fish so im just trying to cook the salmon

He always hold me up like your belt do your britches

I listen to the universe tell me i am different

I adapt to any situation even when it switches

Give me what i need to keep food on the dishes ima eat

Defeat, i don't know what it means

I dont even try and still make a big scene

Im nice with it even tho my shit mean

Ima stay big stepping ima big thing

Ima get to it i aint gotta be seen

Ima get straight when everything else lean

Ima get right no matter how shit seems

Ima eat till this mother fucker picked clean

Bar God in this bitch fuck em up flick of the pen my level is Everest yes

Shine like a bezel, be blinding whoever ain't even got shit on my wrist

I'll up on a opp film at ten know I'm with violent events got trauma from trials in the trench

And you just somebody to body send six through your body I'm bout it lil bitch

Yeah, y'all lit but you one and done I be here for a hundred summers

We chill if you come in homage but niggas I brung the burner

My pen to atomic promise a star that become a comet

We spitting I vomit punishment astonished them dummies wanting it

I rickety run run it y'all really can stop i coming

My season, no not condiment, ketchup, or plop on it

Gone chop till the top plummet no flicking this fire from me

Inferno, the lot burning, we really come out dumping

Niggas will never ever defeat us we better yea that's a bet check meta data downloading omega level

I'll shred em l'm Donatello pole action upon you predator pissing on my competitors

This is not where you're relevant top where we dwelling at

Check the clock time to bury em beat the block young barbarian

Parrot squawk yall repetitive

Bitch I'm turned need a sedative run up bleed heavily

Itching to wreck it boy hope you ready lets go

Defeat, i don't know what it means

I dont even try and still make a big scene

Im nice with it even tho my shit mean

Ima stay big stepping ima big thing

Ima get to it i aint gotta be seen

Ima get straight when everything else lean

Ima get right no matter how shit seems

Ima eat till this mother fucker picked clean