W.E.I.R.D.O. - T.IC TAC TOE (feat. Arkayde The Sage)

I go psycho
I go stupid on the flow, holy bible
Every verse goat status, Michael
I save everybody's time like I'm geico
On the good credit, words like fico
And the pussy stay tight like lipo
I don't need the words, champ, just the title
Revive music like it's been on low vitals
Niggas been pushing the pedal, but idle
Driving crazy, but doors suicidal
These flows keep me sick, I might need Tylenol
This is the Real World not MTV, this ain't t.v. and there ain't no final
But many assholes, they do exist
Niggas be cavemen, they cop bricks and sticks
Niggas make fire and think that it's lit
Only thing lit is the glock that just spit
Anyways, back to the money making
I've had some good jobs that was making me glitch
Down on this music shit, Life been a bitch
Niggas been copping it cause I got hits
Plus, if they get lucky, they may get to hit
Some think I'm bragging cause I got good grip
Some think I brag, but the pussy ain't shit
I eat on dick like the cookie monstress
If I ain't have it, I wouldn't say shit
If Practice makes perfect, My practice is it
Yes I'm mad awkward, but soon will be rich
A rapper that's going mad hard like I'm Nip
My balancing is I'm on genuine shit
Linen em up like a pimp with his hoes
Striking the line like TIC TAC TOE
Be like

XXX (oh) (fakes)
TIC TAC TOE (line em up)
OOO (eh) (enemies)
TIC TAC TOE (line em up)
XXX. (friends)
YOU ALREADY KNOW
XOXO
MAN, I LOVE YALL HOES

Give me respect, or I'll keep taking it
Not a pick me, like a ride or die bitch
Unless you be on it, you know, that simp shit
Giving me money and driving nice whips
A simple girl with simple wants
I play the game like I'm playing hard chess
Beat on this beat, like I beat on my chest
To the next rapper and after, who's next
put my hand on the bible to attest
That's why I hit wit the X and O's
Bringing the love, plus I'm lyrical
No matter the person, I'm taking the show
And winning the game like TIC TAC TOE
I'm growing with age, like my afro
Some folks are fugazi, they act like they pros
They stealing from shows, but empty with the flow
I don't mean laminar, there ain't no stamina
Nice like I'm Canada
Leafs in my barrel bag
Ready for war in my green bandana
Hot in this bitch like my lyrics Atlanta
I take my shot and the folks go bananas
Loving this music like I love a big D(ick)
All I want for you all is to have peace
But coming at me, see
I gotta

XXX (oh) (fakes)
TIC TAC TOE (line em up)
OOO (eh) (enemies)
TIC TAC TOE (line em up)
XXX. (friends)
YOU ALREADY KNOW
XOXO
MAN, I LOVE YALL HOES

Written by:
Khemia Jeter

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