In Touch Lyrics

Yo wassup man I know you like uhh

Tryna get yo big rap star

And stuff on and all that right now

You know when you come down from

The mountain tops you think you could

Call a brotha

see how he doin -

namsayin ya auntie Ronnie say

What's going on with you Justin namsayin

You ain't been contacting nobody in a minute

We on't know whats's going on with you

And she needs your new address

She think she sent the thank you card

To the wrong address

hit me when you get a chance

Ahh

It feel good to feel good you know

Yuh

Don't compare me to Kendrick

I got a different forensic

I'm killing anything in sight plus everything codependent

Look I'm so dope I'm addicting

Shoot up with dirty syringes

Overdose on these lyrics

Until they come to they senses

I swear to god i ain't stopping

These instrumentals keep knocking

Pop up and kill any scene

This rapping shit be my dream

Lay yo head in a casket for disrespecting my team

Lay yo head in a casket for disrespecting my section

All you niggas that's hating

Wish yo skill was adjacent

I could doctor up lyrics

For niggas testing my patients

Paint you a picture that's vivid

I'm over looking the gimmicks

Say what up to my fans and middle finger to critics

Lyrically Kola astronomical

Basic rappers are comical

Smoking on gravitation you know that i gotta lotta

Pull up in something that's foreign

All of my clothes imported

Asking me where i got em'

Knowing you can't afford it

I just wanna know

Would you pick up if I called you

What would you

Would you pick up if I called you

I

Was made in the make of fortune

Was never one to be broke

Articulate with these words

When other artist would choke

These lyrics work like my ammo

I'm spitting em like i tote

They know I'm killing this shit

But they look at me like i don't

I'm heat and i thought i told em'

Proceed to jump on my scrotum

Like Kobe was in the garden

These niggas can't seem to hold em'

My money is doing yoga

Yo money looking like Yoda

Niggas be popping beans

Well wake up and just smell the Folgers

These documents in this folder keep all of my lyrics tight

Homicide on this paper the only thing that i write

Originality driven you niggas sounding alike

This music keeping me grounded until a nigga take flight I'm gone

Aye Justin this OG Su-Side Solo 707

I'm just letting you know I'm a man of my word

Be patient lil bruh because if one don't work out

I'ma do everything I can to uh

Reach out with the little powers I got

So just sit patient and uh I ain't forgotchu

I'm just checking the number

You may be busy and it's nothing

Just letting you know

A man that ain't a man of his word

Ain't no good