Session 34 Interlude Lyrics

Back to the city, I'm rushin' home like they miss me

Too many niggas shootin', they shot, but they can't get me

I'm doin' everything, like smokin' blunts in the rain

Pitchin' me, doin' anything to get the fame

Not me, I got morals, like turnin' one in the plurals

Bitches be fuckin' off fun, like what's the score though

If I gotta go, I'll be back, that's for sure though

Just make sure you save me a spot and hold the door though

Pockets was light, but now my shits on some Gordo

I stay in my own lane, but my pedal to the floor though

I'm speedin', niggas do anything to get even, I do better

Niggas be changin' up like the season, so I keep a sweater

Y'all niggas cold, but I'm so heated, no Harry Potter

But in this chamber, I got a secret, I roll with shottas

Niggas like Max, I just get to countin

Funny how they all on my dick when they was doubtin

I be movin' mountains, these niggas envious, plottin

Got a bad bitch, I love her, I'ma spoil her rotten

Keep speakin' on my name, you'll get picked like some cotton

Fuck with my girl when I'm drunk, the next day I'm detoxin

I'ma give it my all, I don't care if it's toxic

Got people speakin' on my name, guess I'm the latest topic

The one you love to hate but be watchin', I'm on their watch list

Talkin' all tough on the net, but you won't pop shit

Niggas run they mouth like Joe Budden, but we don't know you though

Wastin' your breath when you speak, now that's a worthless goal

I just got the flows, I cut up all the hoes

Pockets gettin' swole, I'm too real, I will never fold

I just take control of this shit, I'm standin' ten toes

How you actin' bald in this bitch? And we know you told

I'd rather trade your soul for a real one

Bring back my bro, old friends turn into foes

I'm still livin' though, even with my back to the wall

I'ma give and go, can't settle for less na

No fourth of inches though, I'ma hit you with that

I'ma keep my distance flow, diamonds shinin' all on my neck

That's from a distance though, shawty tried to hit me with the

Lemme gas your engine flow, I'm ridin' on E all the time

So I ain't need it though, I don't even like to pop out

I be livin' low, usually the snakes thats around

The ones you keepin' close, I don't even need me a crowd

I just vibe alone, and it ain't like takin' my style

I got a bunch of clothes, I don't even need me a style

I just write my songs, and I swear this pen is my pal

I'ma write my wrongs

Been doin' this shit for too long

Meditating, I'm focused, I be all in my zone

The sky is the limit, that's the time that I'm on

Can't wait until my moment, I'ma weather the storm