Tell me what's the reason if you gon' go while I'm buildin
You just want the platform while I stack to the ceiling
I done been through sandstorms while producin' for the village
They do it for the views but I never had a witness
And I still keep goin', flowin' all my feelings, I don't feel it by the mornin
Goin' tit or tat, you can spare the emojis
I done came back from the war like a motherf*ckin' Trojan
My beard lookin' scruffy like my middle name was Conan
But I'm slashin' through this bitch like it was a second comin
I'm not calmin' down, take you off the high horse
As satisfying as it sounds the karma comin' ten fold
So I don't really make a sound
Unless you wanna hop up on the track muhf*cka
I would step up on your beats like it was a part of a paper towel
And I'm just givin' more length to this bitch
Cause the way that I been thrustin' on this track I gotta air it out
And I been hearin' what you sayin' but you ain't sayin' shit
If you don't make time just to try it out
And back then I ain't ever say shit
But I really broke a limit, now they sayin' it's a problem now
I guess you gotta deal with it cause I done hardened up
And if I don't got the whip bitch I'ma take the bus
Like who the f*ck you think you stoppin' I ain't trippin' up
Just cause I ain't say the plans mean I'm givin' up
Bitch you know the plan, don't be stupid when it come to us
Stuck up on them friends, I got weed just to perk me up
I'm in love with purple, I done showed them what it's like
To double dutch up off the beat, you call it backhand
But I done spit up on this bitch like it's a Mac-10
These niggas quicker than your bitch to get to laughin
Thinkin' it's it until I'm fightin' with the left hand
Take heave first, ready for that bag to touch down
Wide receiver, if I went this long why the f*ck would I deceive her
Still havin' nightmares of the past like a sweeper
They doubtin' on the kid till I hit him with the sleeper
Tell me what's the reason if you gon' go while I'm buildin
You just want the platform while I stack to the ceiling
I done been through sandstorms while producin' for the village
They do it for the views but I never had a witness
And I still keep goin', flowin' all my feelings I don't feel it by the morning
Goin' tit for tat, you can spare the emojis
I done came back from the war like a motherf*ckin' Trojan
Bitch I'm a different form, hop up in that booth
I bet some money that your boy reformed
I could bet a million on this bitch that I could go in for em'
I could put some money on your head but tell me what the f*ck it's for
I'm tryna get them riches by the time I'm 24
Your underestimation on that kid was very poor
Now I'm runnin' through this bitch while I tell him keep score
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Tell me what's the reason if you gon' go while I'm buildin
You just want the platform while I stack to the ceiling
I done been through sandstorms while producin' for the village
They do it for the views but I never had a witness
And I still keep goin', flowin' all my feelings, I don't feel it by the mornin
Goin' tit or tat, you can spare the emojis
I done came back from the war like a motherf*ckin' Trojan
My beard lookin' scruffy like my middle name was Conan
But I'm slashin' through this bitch like it was a second comin
I'm not calmin' down, take you off the high horse
As satisfying as it sounds the karma comin' ten fold
So I don't really make a sound
Unless you wanna hop up on the track muhf*cka
I would step up on your beats like it was a part of a paper towel
And I'm just givin' more length to this bitch
Cause the way that I been thrustin' on this track I gotta air it out
And I been hearin' what you sayin' but you ain't sayin' shit
If you don't make time just to try it out
And back then I ain't ever say shit
But I really broke a limit, now they sayin' it's a problem now
I guess you gotta deal with it cause I done hardened up
And if I don't got the whip bitch I'ma take the bus
Like who the f*ck you think you stoppin' I ain't trippin' up
Just cause I ain't say the plans mean I'm givin' up
Bitch you know the plan, don't be stupid when it come to us
Stuck up on them friends, I got weed just to perk me up
I'm in love with purple, I done showed them what it's like
To double dutch up off the beat, you call it backhand
But I done spit up on this bitch like it's a Mac-10
These niggas quicker than your bitch to get to laughin
Thinkin' it's it until I'm fightin' with the left hand
Take heave first, ready for that bag to touch down
Wide receiver, if I went this long why the f*ck would I deceive her
Still havin' nightmares of the past like a sweeper
They doubtin' on the kid till I hit him with the sleeper
Tell me what's the reason if you gon' go while I'm buildin
You just want the platform while I stack to the ceiling
I done been through sandstorms while producin' for the village
They do it for the views but I never had a witness
And I still keep goin', flowin' all my feelings I don't feel it by the morning
Goin' tit for tat, you can spare the emojis
I done came back from the war like a motherf*ckin' Trojan
Bitch I'm a different form, hop up in that booth
I bet some money that your boy reformed
I could bet a million on this bitch that I could go in for em'
I could put some money on your head but tell me what the f*ck it's for
I'm tryna get them riches by the time I'm 24
Your underestimation on that kid was very poor
Now I'm runnin' through this bitch while I tell him keep score
You just want the platform while I stack to the ceiling
I done been through sandstorms while producin' for the village
They do it for the views but I never had a witness
And I still keep goin', flowin' all my feelings, I don't feel it by the mornin
Goin' tit or tat, you can spare the emojis
I done came back from the war like a motherf*ckin' Trojan
My beard lookin' scruffy like my middle name was Conan
But I'm slashin' through this bitch like it was a second comin
I'm not calmin' down, take you off the high horse
As satisfying as it sounds the karma comin' ten fold
So I don't really make a sound
Unless you wanna hop up on the track muhf*cka
I would step up on your beats like it was a part of a paper towel
And I'm just givin' more length to this bitch
Cause the way that I been thrustin' on this track I gotta air it out
And I been hearin' what you sayin' but you ain't sayin' shit
If you don't make time just to try it out
And back then I ain't ever say shit
But I really broke a limit, now they sayin' it's a problem now
I guess you gotta deal with it cause I done hardened up
And if I don't got the whip bitch I'ma take the bus
Like who the f*ck you think you stoppin' I ain't trippin' up
Just cause I ain't say the plans mean I'm givin' up
Bitch you know the plan, don't be stupid when it come to us
Stuck up on them friends, I got weed just to perk me up
I'm in love with purple, I done showed them what it's like
To double dutch up off the beat, you call it backhand
But I done spit up on this bitch like it's a Mac-10
These niggas quicker than your bitch to get to laughin
Thinkin' it's it until I'm fightin' with the left hand
Take heave first, ready for that bag to touch down
Wide receiver, if I went this long why the f*ck would I deceive her
Still havin' nightmares of the past like a sweeper
They doubtin' on the kid till I hit him with the sleeper
Tell me what's the reason if you gon' go while I'm buildin
You just want the platform while I stack to the ceiling
I done been through sandstorms while producin' for the village
They do it for the views but I never had a witness
And I still keep goin', flowin' all my feelings I don't feel it by the morning
Goin' tit for tat, you can spare the emojis
I done came back from the war like a motherf*ckin' Trojan
Bitch I'm a different form, hop up in that booth
I bet some money that your boy reformed
I could bet a million on this bitch that I could go in for em'
I could put some money on your head but tell me what the f*ck it's for
I'm tryna get them riches by the time I'm 24
Your underestimation on that kid was very poor
Now I'm runnin' through this bitch while I tell him keep score
Writer: Johnie Huff iii
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