NAVYBLUE ft. Israel Castillo & Youasway Lyrics

I got like seven hundred dollars in my book bag

And shawty don't you look back

And Joey doing big crack

And he gon get his pack bag

Spitting futuristic

Don't you get it twisted

I am contradicted

And I am more than gifted

Put your hands up this a robbery I just committed

And I am shapeshifting

And I am not kidding

My flow is so smooth

And you better not get it twisted

Look, I ain't here to hold you

Better find your closure

Demons on my shoulder because I'm a deadly soldier

Body in my closet

Better pick a target

Public enemy go ahead

And pick a pocket

We are more than wanted

We got five stars on us

Cause you know that I'm the darkest

And you know that I'm the honesty

I don't care bout your qualities

Quite commonly

I'm well aware that I'm a prodigy

I don't need apologies

I just made a couple G's

Let me tell you what I think

I have tricks up in my sleeve

Eyes out while you tryna sleep

Swankin while I'm mobbing streets

Hop up in the back seat

Have them jump up off they feet

Tonio with the grimy beats

You is just a creepy freak

Don't you even speak to me

Don't you even disagree

Give me all my wants and needs

Man I feel like Chief Keef

Shawty speaking Japanese

Tell that girl she has to leave

While running from the police

I try to make it enjoyable and again palatable

For everybody who could potentially be checking it out

I put myself where I have to listen to a whole buncha new things

And I really try to source out certain things

And make certain musical connections

Between something that could be present day

Maybe people haven't looked at

And something that could've been yesterday

Right, like, three steps ahead of chess,

Hate the player cause you run behind the game

Or know that I'm right

Cause it would cost less to be left

Wonder what I would confess

It's more than a riddle

So go ahead, try to guess

Be even more than impressed

Usually, I'd say I'm better than the rest

But where can I find someone at my level of excellence

So think, go ahead,

Spit out your godly rhymes then flex

Your heaven-made wings like cobras

Put the pressure on your neck

Now spit out your magnum opus

If pressure makes diamonds

Then all my downfalls will reward me for my rhymings

Peace

Done

Are you guys still down to record?