Dirty Dishes ft. Aydan Emoji Lyrics

Uh, yeah, Emoji

Cross the line, I bet the gradient been feeling different (facts)

Weathered the storm and sent some blood to get back in the kitchen (that's facts)

But you got dirty dishes, your reputation distant

You went from hood to hood trying to find the peace, that's what missing

But home is not location, your home is not a trap basin'

Where the place is waiting, time to time, ankle tracer

Behind bars or talk to mama, but struggle to face her

It's hella disgraceful

And it ain't no deal, mama, mama, I'm feeling like Biggie-Pac

I ain't for no tomorrow, I may invest in a Glock

See the shame on you, piling, piling, piling up

Turn the speakers down, gang just walked up

I got something to say, so listen the fuck up

That's the respect you crave, and never get enough of

So until you in the grave, you gon' be getting hustled

'Cause fear is not respect, flex a blessing

Cause respect just ain't a check

All that money that you been talking about, you never gave it back

Now the hood you claim and raise you, they don't know where you been

Little Tommy dead, you said he'll figure life out in the end

You could've saved him

Back to back contemplating the rage, and now you're pacing

If you would've got him out would his brother still have a trainer

Hitting him, my demeanor

It's so much pain, it got more hurricane in it than Nina

Get off them pills and drink some water, be an aqua fiend

(It really makes sense 'cause I got water, fiend)

Keep flexing that bread, I'm out here giving toast

'Til n***** turn ghosts, and you still on potion

Boasting by the likes, at least we know you got the motive

Got a little stream, tryna make a ocean

Type beat season, I just got hella devotion

I swear it gets deep when it comes to my emotion

Express myself like an emoji

Listen, I got a lot of shit to get off my chest

Like I'm an Alpha Chi Omega with some big ass breasts

Man, when you listen to this shit, it's like my lyrics need a tampon

Cause my flow be super heavy like the business that I stand on

Survival of fittest, I'm big on my fitness

Permitted to be getting my wishes, committed to these dirty dishes

Thirty bitches at the crib, pouring up in the kitchen (uh-huh)

They taking shots like every single trigger finger be itching (what else?)

I'm planting seeds like a flower, Aydan came from The Mound

And when I'm running up these tracks, I'm like that bitch from this town

'Cause when I'm making my sound, I got them stopping to look

'Cause when I run my numbers up, you know I Natalie Cook

I read your shit like a book, I'm just a kid with a plan

Because I took the manager and turned that bitch to a man

I turned your main to a fan, these bitches don't understand

They open up to me to see what the Vanilla Man can

Feel like I'm stranded at sea, the way I'm lost in her ocean

You know my bank account perpetual, it came with the motion

Bitch I'm the king like DeRozan (damn)

And I'm a sight to see, you listen to this shit and then replay it sea to shining sea

The middle C, the Central Cee, I wrote this in the key of E

I rhyme like Alex Morgan 'cause my lyrics come equipped with tea

I'm t'd up every morning distorting the rhythms borders

Economy what you're boarding, I'm blazing trails like I'm Portland

Rewarded with empty wishes, I promise this with conviction

Emoji, fill up your plate while I deal with these dirty dishes that I'm rinsing out

Rapping like we got something to prove, never made it out

Trying to play it safe, in a pickle, now you getting out

Acting like I'm loving on this beat, like we making out

Know that I'm the greatest at this shit, no debating now

Maddy, Addie, triple delta, repping brother Nibo now

Had to get my license, now the bitches see who rolling loud

Making $30 off the lyrics that I'm spitting 'bout

King of making hits, now everybody else is bowing down