NOTEBOOKS TO KNOTS Lyrics

Mm-hmm

Midwest Connect, nigga

Right here

Mixtape

Need you to see this, all I need is to see

You turn a fast talker, five bites of light

Hard rhymes, tight tight, shine spark from limelight

And I sound right, on the dotted line

When it's time to write a hot rhyme

Only you'll believe it, you know I got rhymes

I sound engaged, people over a lot of times

Drinkin' vessels till they half dollar sized

Can't show you how to get it, cause I got mine

Show you what to do, move it, how to flip it

But now it's time to see, I had to rip this bar

But spit this hard, cause this year I wanna give my family

Gifts, not cards, and teaming them

Y'all gotta give us some awards, but at least nominate us

And let us sit with the stars

Get down here, put in the work

Tired of biting my tongue, instead of putting my foot in these jerks

Wanted a hood and it hurts, but it had to get better to work

Connect's a closer than opportunity, since we get chatter from work

But it continues to lead to selling the news instead of the dirt

So I made it a game, switched to slang, it's language

Tell em I said it first, created like the devil, it gets worse

Every day's better than the first, like the blessings in birth

I get from heaven to earth, like the magic of music or worse

But language is usually the curse of blessing to you in the birth

Let your prayers thank God, this is the testimony to you that it works

But my mind got a light and dark side, so I speak in an eclipse

From the angel to the demon, that's some deep shit

I fuck with loose hoes and tight beats

Got a better deal than often poking tight grease

So much heroin and dope in the kitchen, they call me Chef Boyardee

Serving whores get geeked, cursing whores in the streets

Claiming they had a bad day

With the couples, call my crack house the Hard Rock Cafe

Being found to get a big blast

Off today's special, call me Stimpass

Gotta pick up from a service, I ain't gonna let you have more than what I let him have

Like Sinbad, this a different world than what you thought

Flip birds, like cooking bitches, goose and catapults

Mass murders to the infects, victims on an asphalt

Cops that outline some minibodies that they running out of choke

My medallion big enough to shovel some snow

My supply like Nicki Minaj, so I shovel some snow

And I'ma let the vessels show

The shine is the look of something that'll forever glow

I'm married with Mary Mary, blueberry pie, fruit married in the dro

Smoke Valrhona, so I keep cheese like Crab Maddock

I'm Crab Maddock, get boomin' elbows and niggas chattin' in the grove

Claiming they murdered with these bitch ass niggas laying in jail

And I don't know what you heard about these hoes about me

But while you eating her out, I wouldn't even take her out to eat

I thought a cold hook's a lot, so I got to tell my notebooks to not top close

Blow up your spotters, you see I stay blowed off their post

Mary Jane ain't a joke of a game, I cop on my man everyday and I still know his name

Hot shit nigga, it's hot shit nigga, it's hot shit nigga

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