[chorus]
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
[chorus]
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
[verse]
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
[chorus]
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
