TFE Sheedo - On Lock (feat. Monopoly Gee)

Niggas hate to see me win and I done sight the plot
They rather see me rot in jail or six feet in a box
And I just tryna run it up, fill my pockets with knots
Step for step, play with bro, we sliding couple blocks
And if you play with me, I sure he blowing a couple shots
These hoes for everyone so I can't geek about no thots
I cooling, steady grinding, tryna make this rap shit pop
Just like some dreads, boy you know we get the game on lock
That mouth murdering gon' only make you hit the news
And if you tryna watch my moves, you gon' be outta clues
They quick to judge but they can't walk a mile inside my shoes
I stay true, that's why I always win more than I lose
I off a lot of drugs because I just tryna keep my cool
I want my VVS's dripping, splashing like a pool
And if you really think I ain't stepping then you is a fucking fool
Because this shit chess not checkers, play it by the rules
For disrespect, boy I on you like a feature
And I strapped up cause I ain't tryna beat ya
I still could work ya with my hands, knock your ass down
Them goofies ain't want me prevail, they wanna see me down
But I stay coming up, just like a tree from the ground
And they could run the road, my dreams taking me out of town
And when I win, stay where you at 'cause you wasn't round when I was down
The sky ain't the limit because a nigga going space bound
They never expect me to be going hard, yeah they used to clown
And my feelings gone and that shit ain't never gon' be found
I in a different mode but I staying ten toes
And fuck the opps and all the snakes who ain't stick to the code
I built Ford tough so I carrying my load
And just like bro say I is a demon wit a soul
Been through a lot so I could never fold
And if you saying that it's smoke then let that shit be known
Niggas hate to see me win and I done sight the plot
They rather see me rot in jail or six feet in a box
And I just tryna run it up, fill my pockets with knots
Step for step, play with bro, we sliding couple blocks
And if you play with me, I sure he blowing a couple shots
These hoes for everyone so I can't geek about no thots
I cooling, steady grinding, tryna make this rap shit pop
Just like some dreads, boy you know we get the game on lock
Remember I started as a rookie but now a nigga up next
Niggas capping bout they hot but they music ain't get seen yet
'Cause when I first started out, only my niggas was giving me help
And now I'm a artist going up and I got a future to sketch
Goofies fake claiming the smoke and saying we gon' play catch up
I ain't got no opps so if you hating, pussy go get your check up
No one to vent to, so I start putting my pain up in a verse
Now they reaching out asking if I'm okay, knowing damn well I'm hurt
And lately, I been thinking 'bout all of this rap shit
Like, is all this shit worth it
Got dreams to pursue, but a nigga been feeling so worthless
Bitches, they be flirting but that lust ain't doing nothing for me
Used to call Monopoly a bummy, now they freeing up the cunny
And I don't know why these niggas wanna hate on me
I'm tryna make a image for my nationality
I staying by myself, can't have that goofy shit around me
Got the game on lock, like Calboy, that's why they envy me
Niggas hate to see me win and I done sight the plot
They rather see me rot in jail or six feet in a box
And I just tryna run it up, fill my pockets with knots
Step for step, play with bro, we sliding couple blocks
And if you play with me, I sure he blowing a couple shots
These hoes for everyone so I can't geek about no thots
I cooling, steady grinding, tryna make this rap shit pop
Just like some dreads, boy you know we get the game on lock

Written by:
Antonio Clarke, Rasheed Dewar

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