extortion. ft. 408 Darwin, Your Stepdad & Wiseboy Jeremy Lyrics

Nah

My cat scratching the fucking floors

I'm scratching the fucking doors

I'm doing shows

But ain't been on the road for a month or more

And in the future

I'll be losing friends over fucking tours

Probably lovers too

Cause when it rains

It'll fucking pour nigga

Some more niggas

I put on a course nigga

And still wanna see them eat

Like a hundred of courses nigga

Hundred endorsements

Porsches under the Forces

Shit if I cut these niggas off

That's a hundred abortions nigga

Forcing niggas' hands

Scorching niggas' plans

He ain't show me respect?

I extort that niggas' fans

He went from Bora Bora

To Florida with the sands

Can I be the greatest out?

Man of course a nigga can, fuck

Ay, Darwin from that East Side

They don't fuck with B signs

All we had was ramen

And the beans we ate was refried

My homie serving seven

Grab that four

And hit him three times

I introduced your homie to this piece

And told him meet mine

I might need a little time for concentration

Only hang with stars

So my whole gang can form a constellation

Growing up

I never got no prize for no consolation

So I gotta murder every nigga in the iron placement

Like ima just pour me a little bit

Young nigga he got the ego

Belittle it, uh

Shorty I know that you feeling this

So let's go get to the bottom of business, uh

Ending shit, uh

Killing it, uh

Darwin he really been in this bitch

I am not normal

I am not regular

You better watch who the fuck you is dealing with, uh

She ate my kids

That's a million abortions through top

A young nigga's my son

So I put Plan B in his new Glock

Clean up the scene, new mops

Hit him with beams, you drop

I could really keep going

But ima pass it to DooWop

Pops was never there

Just like the consciousness of Cosby victims

Turned me to that monster

Moms complained about when trauma digging

I could never press these hoes

I'm knowing that they moms is with it

She said she don't give top

That shit insane

She double jobless with it

Backstab bitches coming

Half-ass niggas coming

Plastic hoe arrival

I know half-ass when it's thumping

Breaking bread with loafers

I got sick, I ain't respect my grind

I'm a Scorpio

I need to freak, so you can't get my time

Bitch

Yeah, greetings from the other side

Sorry I'm in your mother Brodie

Nigga tried to test me about my

Uh, fuck, ay

Nigga tried to press me about my fit

We pushing buttons on him

Married to my doja and my money

Fuck a matrimony

Call a bitch "Eureka"

Like a vacuum with the suction on me

Fuck

Look

Check

I had to cut some niggas off

Because they lack morals

I came to take more

Than what they served me in my past portions

The patience vacant

When you're passing by your last choices

We still chldrn at heart

I've been ducking the voices

And fucking avoiding

Old friends trying to come for the boy

I push my limits

No ends when the love is destroyed

I took prescription

But no meds can help settle the storm

Now flare a joint

Ima share my story

Nah I ain't gon' hit it

But shit I feel you get the point

Nights I'm reminiscing

About when the man was just a boy

The chances I'm given

I spread my hand and got appointed

Sacred roots of the family tree

But I'm branching out exploring

Listen

Nigga

Had to learn to embrace the distance

They saying that I changed

Just because they ain't changing with me

I'm speaking up and speaking out

I hope I break the difference

Seen some shit I couldn't fathom

Turn my cheek

It ain't my business nigga

Yeah