Masterpiece Lyrics

Doing this shit for me

Never stuck up on a bitch if you missing me

And you can suck up on my dick if you dissing me

I had to bust down my wrist for this masterpiece and

I, I

I know what I got, I'm using my music to climb too the top

Abused and confused from these rhymes that I jot

Feeling loose from the juice now I can't write a bop in a box

Doing this shit for me

Never stuck up on a bitch if you missing me

And you can suck up on my dick if you dissing me

I had to bust down my wrist for this masterpiece and

I, I

I know what I got, I'm using my music to climb too the top

Abused and confused from these rhymes that I jot

Feeling loose from the juice now I can't write a bop in a box

Everybody looking just to get respect

There was another shooting cause he repped they set

It look like everybody losing cause the one man's dead

And the other on the run from the damn feds

Gotta ask was it worth it

Did the man's well deserve it

You already fuckin heard this

So there ain't no fuckin reason for a life to be goddamn worthless

Got me fuckin' preaching

Like a church

Feeling cold inside a reach in

Aside the herbs

Dripped on a bitch like semen

I'm so absurd

Spitting words without a meaning you need some perks

Get your brain working

You don't put the same work in

I'm hopping out of bed feeling perfect

Cause I know in the end that this is going to be worth it

I'm pressing the send cause there ain't time to observe it

I'm grinding the led and my rhymes come to surface

Your bitch in my bed I didn't know she a Persian

My whip is all red that's why the po's got me swerving

I get too the bread, only got time to be working

Doing this shit for me

Never stuck up on a bitch if you missing me

And you can suck up on my dick if you dissing me

I had to bust down my wrist for this masterpiece and

I, I

I know what I got, I'm using my music to climb too the top

Abused and confused from these rhymes that I jot

Feeling loose from the juice now I can't write a bop in a box

Doing this shit for me

Never stuck up on a bitch if you missing me

And you can suck up on my dick if you dissing me

I had to bust down my wrist for this masterpiece and

I, I

I know what I got, I'm using my music to climb too the top

Abused and confused from these rhymes that I jot

Feeling loose from the juice now I can't write a bop in a box