Inconsistent ft. Geno Morgan Lyrics

Sorry that I've been inconsistent, I've been depressed

I've been missing all my momma kisses, I've been a mess

Now my apron on, I'm in the kitchen Back to cheffin'

Alphabet boys, AKs, FNs, and Smith & Wessons

I've been waking up the nosy neighbors, With the bass

Selling throwaways for top dollar Won't go to waste

Won't get dizzy with no 360, Don't take the bait

Don't expect to pay the same price, that was yesterday

I've been stepping all across the city, Spending paper

And you know I keep that thang with me, For the haters

Break bread within the committee, No room for traitors

I can get you served a shot quickly,We ain't no waiters

Boston is where they made me at, In the trenches

Dorchester made me a maniac, Hopping fences

Momma said get off your lazy ass, We got expenses

Run the money, Before we get to see what type of brain he has

Brainiac, you just made a dumb move

I'll take your queen, niggas playing chess too

Even if you got a vest on your chest, fool

Center mass, send his petty ass to the dark room

Act hard, we gon' draw like cartoons

You got goons, jaws too, I'm with sharks too

On point, stay sharp like a harpoon

Ain't dropped a minute, promise public gon' be out soon

I've been inconsistent, I've been depressed But

Please don't start to get it twisted

I'm still the best, shit, I put that on my whole existence

A pound of flesh, yeah, I told them I was next they thought I'm spazzing like Tourettes

But I'ma do my best, go off the top just like barrettes

Shit, I can rap and I can sing and beat your ass a triple threat

Everything you do is whack, man, you should quit like Nicorette

I'm coming for these niggas necks, I got people on my list

Scratch them all off one by one until it ain't nobody left

Ain't nobody gave me shit, I had to do it by myself

If a nigga think it's sweet, then I'ma shoot like Tony Delk

Had to drop another heater, that boy Melly made it melt

I could do it by myself, but I wanted Geno help

I'm Batman on this track, don't want me reaching for my belt

Don't complain about the cards, play the hand that I was dealt

The game of life is rigged for the ones that hold the wealth

But the victor get the spoils and the loser get the cells

The talker get these hands and the gangster get these shells

These niggas out here snitching, only trying to say they self

Don't know how to play they roles, be like Kelly and Michelle

Therapy taught me shit, it told me listen to myself

Never choke and had some focus, have a vision for myself

Every drop I make it hot, I got some business bout myself

I can feel the coming wealth (Commonwealth), this shit steering by itself