Josh. - Foresight Lyrics

We predicted this, predicted this
Before we got some money we predicted this
Before I got the Rollie I predicted this
Before she said she loved me I predicted this
Yeah, we predicted this, predicted this
Before they switch the story on some different shit
Before they flip the script on our predicament
We ready, cuz we predicted this

I'm cuttin' every chick off, give my cell phone a break
I said f*ck it, took myself on a date
If I ever let the bitch come back to my place
I ain't lettin' her get past second base, make her ass have to wait
I don't crash in the race, I'm the illest and it's past the debate stage
Blowin' straight gas in your face
Couple rats in the race, f*ck around and get passed on the main stage
Pullin' up blastin' the place, uh
I drop bombs on ya mom like Sadam
Bitch I'm Hussein, I'm in the Benz with my new thang
No that ain't my boo thang, I might just let the crew bang
She finna f*ck like nine dudes like it's Wu-Tang
You know I do thangs, I'll teach you a few thangs
The way I'm talkin' you would probably think I move thangs
Figured out I'm doing music and their mood changed
Keep your two cents, we don't f*ck with loose change
Cut the bass, pull the beat up get to vibe all day
Multicolored like an iPhone case
Give my mind no breaks till I shine on the Forbes
And I got good taste like a wine connoisseur
I like my glass fulla grapes, like to spazz on these tapes
Sprinkle class over bass, kiss my ass, how it taste?
F*ck around and get a pink eye and rash on your face
I ain't never f*ck with blow, homie these are the breaks
Only Curtis we acknowledge is 50, gettin' high in your city
When I die show no pity, you wanna ride? Show your titties
I'm gettin' tired of these shitty rappers, they sounding like kiddies
We need a rhyming committee, Ready to Die like I'm Biggie
I'm Frank with ya like Nitti with no embelishing
I'm tryna get the cash, no embezzlement
Pull up to your tenement, fire backwoods no severance
F*ck em if they're hating their irrelevant
Just in case, keep the knife in handy
I kill em on the track with any mic they hand me
I'm with it all night, long nights with Annie
Probably pull up, eat the pussy with a nice Chianti
Like Hannibal will, and homie I ain't never need no ransom to kill
I'm manic for real
The flow slowed down, can't handle me still
Turn Capitol Hill into Amityville
These new rappers soundin' like hype to me, their flows just don't sound right to me
Boy, I was born back in '94 but I was bumpin' Doggystyle in '93
And that bread trail lead em right to me, like Hansel Gretel
I'll one-night stand with your wife to be, I'm a handsome devil
Tell her 'write to me,' and still answer never
I used to hit Capones like Nore-A-G-A
Now I hit the backwoods back to back like it's a relay
I just pay the extra, I ain't f*ckin' with no rebate
And this ain't reinvention, I been rockin' since the teenage
Pullin' up in Houston where the hoes'll f*ck three-way
Two-way, four-way, haters sayin', "No way"
I been spittin' dirty, I ain't shower like four days
Been too busy dodgin' bullshit like "Ole!"
Thinkin' back when bitches wasn't tryna give me no play
They on me now, but you already know that like Ro James
All my favorite rappers made a killin' off of cocaine
I just made a killin' smokin' gas, spittin' propane
I remember pussy but I can't remember no names
Definitely can't remember life without no pain
Drivin' like HOV, y'all drive in the slow lane
Tryna merge with me, get your own lane, bitch

Best not miss, come for the king bitch you best not miss
Best not miss, come for the king bitch you best not miss
Come for the king bitch you best not miss, come for the king bitch you best not miss
Best not miss, come for the king bitch you best not miss