WHITE KNUCKLEZ Lyrics

Up

But I'm down for whatever

I brought the 808 I'm changing up the weather

Fuck an ice shelf i'm turning up the temperature

Getting points off the volley, Roger Federer

Ain't no jenga this some 4D chess

Make a movie call it "Boy Meets Bread"

Dolled up, Imma toy with the press

In the sauna I'm enjoying the rest

With my crew sporting all types of fabrics

Let me get the flow back I thought I had it

Repetition so we're never out of practice 


Thank God my verses harder than my habits

Finally found a lane, I'm going psycho like I'm Michael, uh

Gifted all the talent, I don't have to try and hide it

dropping heat they're probably gon' find me fucking liable

I run the summer watch me take over the cycle

I done done all that I could boy, got white knuckles

How in hell I speak my mind? I can't invite trouble

I said I'm doing all this stunting here for my brothers

I gotta carry myself l I can't afford to fumble

I done done all that I could boy, got white knuckles

How in hell I speak my mind? I can't invite trouble

I said I'm doing all this stunting here for my brothers

I gotta carry myself l I can't afford to fumble

Pick your battle, pick your battle, yeah

Came a long way up, had to make it happen

Pick your battle, pick your battle, uh

I'm very nice but I'll drop a mother-, mother-, mother-

Pick your battle, pick your battle, yeah

Came a long way up, had to make it happen

Pick your battle, pick your battle, uh

I'm very nice but I'll drop a mother-, mother-, mother-

I done done all that I could boy, got white knuckles

How in hell I speak my mind? I can't invite trouble

I said I'm doing all this stunting here for my brothers

I gotta carry myself l I can't afford to fumble

I done done all that I could boy, got white knuckles

How in hell I speak my mind? I can't invite trouble

I said I'm doing all this stunting here for my brothers

I gotta carry myself l I can't afford to fumble