Luxury Lyrics

Don't fight or front with me

Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury

While I got your homie burning to the third degree

So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me

Don't fight or front with me

Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury

While I got your homie burning to the third degree

So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me

I know that all these motherfuckers on they burglary

But they won't even get the chance before I go and murder me

A piece of human meat but I'm so careful like a surgery

That all the cops be sleeping on that shit like it's a nursery and now you heard of me

Know I be shaking like a fucking addict

Every time I'm dropping you know that I'm causing traction

In the Burgh and CLT and I know that it's fucking tragic

Every time that I start rapping you always start fucking capping what's happening

It's time to get up and get back in action

I go and let the needle drop and then I hear that vinyl static

I go chill up on my deck and write this verse it's a habit

That every time I get my pen a hearse rolls up that you inhabit

And I'm so crazy like Charlie Manson

I take on every single beat until I'm up in a mansion

I remember all those girls they used tell me I'm handsome

And then I sat up in my room and pointing at me a handgun

Don't fight or front with me

Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury

While I got your homie burning to the third degree

So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me

Don't fight or front with me

Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury

While I got your homie burning to the third degree

So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me

I supply you with all of these lyrics I'm in the moment

Despite you not having the spirit for my goddamn component

But own it you only been feeling like you's just a proponent

Because you begging for forgiveness you ain't getting atonement

You pondering how I could do this shit I'm wandering

Inside my mind like every night and they said I was conjuring

That I was calling on the devil to come and fuck up their summers

And grab my pillows come to smother little fucking boy wonder

All these people don't know shit bout my top five of factors

Cause my top five be some goats and your list loaded with actors

It don't matter your mind shattered don't act like you be battered

Cause I've been spit on got my ass beat don't make me the best rapper

What makes me better I got the fucking spirit in my lyrics

And you can hear it in my voice cause every time I prove I'm merit

Hope you fear it when you see me blowing up I'm not a terrorist

I'm a purist in the sport of life and hip hop I cherish it

Don't fight or front with me

Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury

While I got your homie burning to the third degree

So tell me one more time that you ain't fucking heard of me

Don't fight or front with me

Know I got my homie bathing in my luxury

While I got your homie burning to the third degree

So tell me one more time you ain't heard of me