Tully C - Rare Form (feat. Foxd'legnd) Lyrics

Every verse I spill got that goat feel
That 3 days, the same clothes on the road feel
I'm dope trafficking my quotes I got it wholesale
It was all fun and games, until yo hoe here
I heard ya girl is still a hoe still
That's on the bro's, she wanna f*ck me right now
I told that hoe to chill
I thank the Lord I'm out my old deal
And ain't no question if I'm on still
Like cold steel, I Popped on you like owe Mills
I guess it, is what it is
I play stupid, oops, I, did it again
Send ya friend miss
She musta thought I was play pretend
Lust not love, it must be my, favorite sin, yeah
This shit could happen over night
That's why she loyal to me, and keep her pussy tight
Shit, I'm kinda nice
I don't be fearing what they fearing
And now they seeing what I'm seeing
And the hear what I be hearing, I'm in the building
Now we, something to deal with it, cut these lights down, you can feel it in your spirit nigga
A cheap flight, my numbers lower for my ticket nigga
Cause where I'm from, that's all we know is go and get it nigga
Rare form, I promise I'm there for em
I say a prayer, I'm here, I made it clear it for em
Same sad songs, I sang, from past wars
Exchange the bad for good, and maybe laugh more

All praise to the most high
Regurgitating all my cold lines
I love game like our souls tide
Been searching for a pot of gold
Catch this clothes line
Heard that they been sleeping on the legend
Ima gold mind
This that money Mitch shit
Tully told me kick shit
Man I came from nothing
Still Hustlin
Ohh I'm big lit
Riding for the home team
We loaded
And I stay in the zone
Just know one smash hit
Is bringing us home
Bro hit my phone
This shit was destined
I gotta be great
Make me space
I put in work for ever meal that I ate my saving grace
You ask the fam and all homies I make sure that they straight
But real gone recognize the real and I realize why you hate
F*ck out my plate
With that fake shit
That smile all in my face shit
Your Grimey in the street but ya pocket make shit
Shit
Just Keep all the hoobla to a minimum
I seen post and the captions that just subliminal
Boy take a picture for memories
I love my real ones the rest ain't who they pretend to be
Don't send for me
I see that you just pretending G
They flexing on the gram for some likes
That Boy you a simile
You finicky
I Most nigga the major key
I'm never acting funny
I only return the energy
Damn
I'm in the paint so post up
If Tully throw the lob
Then im just dunkin like I'm posta
It's easy