LAW #15 Lyrics

Wow

The people around you conniving but you know cuz you smarter

Them who want beats, better pay me and attention we partners

Somebody said how I been going stupid but I been smarter

Listen once I lay the blueprint then I'll "Shine" like Carter

Red vests, feeling spooky I'm Michael Jackson to be

Real jaded like Michael Jackson cause It don't matter to me

Real shit only only shit real that ain't backwards to me

Stocks and bonds I ain't frontin it's just real backing to me

100k streams is coo and I log back in to see

That shit double

And I can't answer to shawty DMs that shit trouble

Dodging rocks in a landslide and shit rubble

I been subtle

I been in the house

Dad on the voicemail, Im praying that he figures it out

He used to promised to get us, we wait outside then sit on the couch

But he never got us

Pain brings the tremors out us

And then finally I got it

We turned our hurt into jokes now we laugh about it

It's therapeutic jokes healing for me

Shit get real when I see

My step father was a drunk so he was stealing from me

I was 9 and I bet he didn't know he lived with a beast

Yet I'm still on the street

My family still with the heat

I was raised mother so I'm still with the peace

While they stay still with the piece

Sleep been still and discreet

Until I'm disrespected then he blaze the city for me

Gang saw me win some fights they said it still ain't for me

I grew up on inconsistency, I'm switching the beat

My soles/souls on solid ground in dirt I dig with the cleats

I'm loyal to my team that's why I'm still with chiefs

Yall niggas still with the beef

And y'all

Kill in the streets

Y'all can hear my receipts

Listen to this fucking song and you can hear my receipts

Can a nigga just eat?

Can a nigga just eat?

Ugh

They ain't got yo back in public cause they converse in private 

I don't care if she ain't yours she prolly everybody's

I be having the same thinking as Kutt's manager Oli

If I see she look like Becky she prolly doin Molly

The clock tic tocking

My bops made profit

Cause i can't be manipulated don't mean that I'm toxic

I talk to prophets

All that rah rah can miss

I grit, I'm bout it

All my dramas a gist

Of what I see, and I still mob like lynch

Cop the bar like 'mitz'

Spring to Fall like Pit

And I watch like wrist

That's how I shine like this

And why I talk like this

And why my walks got bliss

I see y'all niggas and y'all washed like wish

Microwave singles and they flop like disks

Freestyle the album then it flop like flip

Pay me and attention, I got it on lock like Smith

Nigga