Philosophy Lyrics

Yo, Let me spit this shit to y'all, I'm about to blaze this shit, how about y'all

Yo, my name is Skeye Blu and I'm about to tell motherfuckers in the pen, you better feel me real quick

I'm motherfuckin' so sick with the simplistic shit, you better believe my shit

Cause I'mma come down hard as motherfuckers know

I got the whole block on motherfuckin' volvin' doors

So every time I spit my flow, you better believe my flow

Cause that shit ain't no fuckin' dope, that's fuckin' fuckin' loco

So every time I spit game on you motherfuckers, best believe a motherfucker ain't tryin' a motherfucker

Every day I shine to be, the next best young thing with philosophy

So you better, hit me quick if you're gonna see if this face will shatter or will it make history

If I hit you back with a whole fist full of dollars

And even without the dollars I'm hitting you with the scholar

A motherfuckin' game don't belong to me

It belongs to most motherfuckers that'll ever be

But I'll tell you one thing, if it was sho' my G

I got a motherfuckin' pocket full of philosophy

You better spit this shit, spit it quick

Cause if you ain't about shit, you're gonna get the shit

You're gonna get that shit mailed to your momma's house

Motherfucker, she be bumpin' that shit in the south

Every time she come back, she be sittin' on the track

Makin' records like I fuckin' make but not exactly

The fuckin' thing that you wanna be

But I got a motherfucker in this house believin' me

His name is God, he's a motherfuckin' man to me

So you better check yourself before I wreck yourself, you fuckin' G

So what the hell you think about me, you better believe one thing

Spit the shit so fuckin' freely, man

I got a motherfucker sittin' in the back of the trunk

And I got room for two more, punk

So what you think you gonna fuckin' do to me

I got a fuckin' thing you believe, it's philosophy

So, check it out, my depth is fresh

But I don't got no fuckin' sound, but I got a mic, you bet

I got the motherfuckers shinin' across like vets

Motherfucker shootin' up your house, and yeah

I don't give a damn what you think about me

I'll tell you one motherfuckin' thing, G

I got three ounces of that grape, and green to me

You better believe one thing, I'm comin' quick

So sayin, I'm sprayin, I'm layin' the motherfuckin' G

Every time I spit my philosophy, yo

Better come correct, 2017

I'm outchea