BoatHouse, Kipp Stone and Closed Sessions - Consistent

Bless up divorce with that stress bitch fess up to all my imperfections look up if I need more direction fuck up then turn it to a lesson I'm not gone preach y'all to death oh no no do not ask me what comes next I don't know shit I be confused like the next man can't block me long I'll just shoot with my left hand

I don't pump fake I don't trust shit no mo niggas dumb fake I use 7 numbers in my phone to this fuckin day tap in wit the niggas sick as fuck of saying some day I just fuck her face and I forget her she a fuck face never used to be like this I'm free like I feel like it's a missing piece of me that get as deep as Caribbean bitch inside a nigga dms wit that sneaky shit I see em rip em want a piece of my perdeum that's some cold shit ay test em while he tryna grow that's some bold shit aye niggas sleeping at the wheel I take a road trip aye fuck you if you not consistent you on old shit aye

One way trip I'm on put up or you dead to me every day I wake up to some bullshit that's reg to me keep the fire fed shout to kev count the blessings learned to take some wisdom out the failures if I can but I'm only man still up in the ghetto like the Evans bright side hole in roof closer to the heaven blessing like the number 7 bus waiting tryna level up nigga thinking shit might work out better if I was a fuck nigga slow and steady shit a marathon not a sprint really don't make no sense honor don't pay no rent I gotta glimpse finish line break we limp sweat on my face I win nigga don't say my name like his I ain't some nigga they finna forget I ain't the nigga that's wild for clicks
Tryna come up a in talk wit big counting my hours I'm coming for ten bands I put my life in this shit damn count myself out for the kick it hustlin different pull out my dick and then fuck an opinion living despicable die like a minion only beginning tip of the ice really this light blackout twice I bleed ice and I do facts anything I write and I got slap hoe Kimbo slice nigga I'm bright and I got will like jada my wife prototype niggas ain't built like this on high saitama shit boy still don't try

Bless up divorce with that stress bitch fess up to all my imperfections look up if I need more direction fuck up then turn it to a lesson I'm not gone preach y'all to death oh no no do not ask me what comes next I don't know shit I be confused like the next man can't block me long I'll just shoot with my left hand

Written by:
Brandon Freeman, Aidan Sigel-Bruse

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