Liniyah - The Preface Lyrics

I work on the clock with my mind right
They start to gossip when they know am outta they sight
They be claiming to part of the click when they really ain't legit truly am planning no invites
I ain't gat time for no parasites
Neither time wasters with no appetite
You can't feed on the truth spat in the booth bet you'd lose a tooth (lose a tooth) in a flashlight
Life ain't no competition
If one of the hommies grinding and on a mission
All you do is sit back topless talking your trash brainless yet you high on superstition
Listen
To yourself complain
Watching others succeed and you work in vain
You can't explain how you can't maintain
A perfect score while you sitting sniffing cocaine
Check
People wanna see me do nothing but elevate
They be acting Holy when they with me tryna penetrate
They want a taste of whats good so they wanna get
All the bits and pieces to the puzzle and dominate
Its all fun and games teasing under graduates
Cornering they moves till they give in call it Checkmate
You talk about the hustle and the grind when you take your chick out with you paperweight pay check
Newsflash i ain't tryna be famous
I know my increase got you nervous
But i don't get why you still hating, when am climbing up the ladder in my elegance
Proof
My life ain't no lie
I say what i do and i do with no try
I never give up coz there ain't no retry
My dreams are my goals i fight hard like a samurai
You can call my works splendid
Coz am the type to serve a solid dish to the wounded
Pick up the pace and you have yourself rewarded
Tryna beat me i'll knock you out clean like colgate
Mahn do yourself a favour and get a job
I see no point of boasting at your parents house
Bruh you got a wardrobe worth a quarter milli
But if your parents drop dead will you keep on winning
They say your company defines you
Bet you'd be pointing everywhere except around you
Mahn you be taking pictures near lambos parked at the mall nachi bottle cha chibuku
Shame if only the could see you now
At first you was talking trash on the media
Mahn you attacking innocent civilians
Boasting bout your fame with no racks you a vagabond
I'm a child of a King you don't impress me
I don't live a flashy lifestyle to earn a grammy
Tryna beat past what you can't see
Is like outpacing a bugatti with an outta shape pagani (boy)
Imma leave it on the table so you digest
Every single word from my mouth served on your plate
Am not a loser (yes) am a winner
Christ is my backup and we ain't never lost one