Making ways

Ain’t been to sleep in seven days

I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS

for folk

I rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY from folk

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up- SAY it’s smoke

Ok ok ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

No,

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up- SAY it’s smoke

Ok ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

Only opp I ever had with any motion was a clock my momma had up on the mantle now it’s broke and if I land another opp before it’s over on my momma I’m a break the hands he folded when he prayed about this moment

This the one

and you can’t focus

cause you dizzy

from that hit up side your head that got it rollin off your shoulder

This some drizzy shit

the way i spoke on average lookin hoes them battle rappers and em athletes fightin over

Then I gripped the game it felt like flippin pages of a sports is illustrated

Shit was quick like what the fuck his name is

Hoe I don’t remember names I put the faces on the places you was blessed enough to make with my acquaintance

Ain’t been to sleep in seven days

I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS

for folk

I rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY from folk

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up- SAY it’s smoke

Ok ok ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

No,

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up- SAY it’s smoke

Ok ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

What you heard I really murder folk

Got 30 holes on half an acre

Full a [intercom] come on pope I got you laters

Wait on who for what ?

You funny , I don’t trust my calculator

I need paper prior to a package ever getting weighed up

Out a pocket in my lane I dunk a ball before I lay up with a broad and take a player out a game I never wanted any problems gave you options you was beggin me to take it from you

Robbin hoods and takin off

they call me Captain Hook or booker t

Im everything they couldn’t be

And wanted

If it wasn’t me this wouldn’t be the hook i threw up on it

Ain’t been to sleep in seven days

I’m busy makin fuckin WAYS

for folk

I rather stay the mother FUCK aWAY from folk

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up- SAY it’s smoke

Ok ok ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk

No,

What you sayin though

You hard on all them pages though

Don’t make me pull up- SAY it’s smoke

Ok ok ok it’s up

It’s in yo face what you was SAYING folk