True Shit Lyrics

Bottom of the fourth, let's peep the score Got my foot on necks, I'm manifestin' checks galore

Got a couple questions, but the topic is still sore

Feelings in a loop, found the one that I adore

True shit

Man I'm focused on one thing That's blue strips

Y'all artists rap about hard drugs and new sticks

Gun violence, let's reduce this, never switch mine

Y'all jumpin' back and forth from two scripts

True shit

I'm the hard motherfucker that produced this

New wave and real raps, see I introduced this

Whole team linin' up, bitch we ran a full blitz

I made plays while y'all broke boys just wrote bench, huh

Disappeared but now I'm back, I might cause some heart attacks

My lil' baby she Latina and she lookin' like a snack

I can tolerate the tension, grab her back and make a snap

Man I do it just like that, now listen

I got the wisdom, I'm stuck with tunnel vision

I told her she can roll with me just under one condition

Love me till the end of time, baby that's the mission

She really got me simpin', I done sent a hundred kisses

Sometimes, you up top and you can stay afloat

Other times these waves can knock you down, that's just how it goes

Small steps, but every step is so ferocious

Head the words I'm sayin', you in a trance like hypnosis

You can't stop the movement, when it's already in motion

I wrote this, cooked the beat then poured out my emotions

Debating if I should take my heart off ice or keep it frozen

Like Blxst and Dollar sign, I see my baby, you've been chosen

Run to the money, she bounce like a bunny

She got on all fours and she threw that shit dummy

She crazy

Smokin' out them palms and it's feelin' like the Matrix

I said, oh my God, oh my Lord, I'm so faded

R&B freak love, she got me feelin' twisted

I think your love's a drug, I swear to God that I'm addicted

Add it to the shelf, I take like a prescription

I'm really sorry, baby, if I ever failed to mention

I can't tolerate it

Shitty world, I don't know if I wanna populate it

I got the game In a noose, I swear to God that I'ma dominate it

Swear that I gotta make it, ego in my ear, talkin' how the time is tickin' its

Flyin' on by, I like it private, like that's why I gotta move in disguise

A bag of reefer, my system got me high in the sky

I really do apologize to all of these rappers, cause I just murdered you guys

And I'm back in, every time you think I'm done, I keep on snappin'

Funny to see the jaws on the floor when a white boy rappin'

Shit, I'm amazing, thanks for askin', I've been in the gym

Workin' on my physique, I look spectacular

Cruisin' down to 95, my baby ridin' passenger

Y'all rappin' bout the same shit, he just hold a different caliber

I promise I ain't dodgin' plans, just got a busy calendar

I give my baby good shh, we ain't fuckin' like some amateurs

People lookin' like, who that, well guess who's back

No free features, just tell management cut the check

Off the liquor, I be somethin', but I ain't never act a mess

If I'm callin' up your line, why the fuck you send a text

I been all up in my head, I'm fightin' demons, I confess

Now my booth is my masseuse, when I gotta relieve the stress

In the booth, we sippin' goose, and her booty, I caress

And there ain't no more debatin' on who's the fuckin' best

I'm gone