Giftedgordo - I spy

I spy I spy
Listen as I
Proceed to supply
You
We be linking like the vehicles
Keep it short and sweet like interludes
Go against me you was meant to lose
They can't count on you
You counterfeit
They just kinda view you as a bitch
Like how I flew a slute to have a visit
You can't have this happening it's hazardous
But it's happening because you letting it
Man these hoes will run you to a deficit
That's a Definite dub on a later tip
If the service is good then you lay the tip
If the cops is sniffing then don't even trip
Weight on my shoulders I'm carrying it
Caesarean section I'm saving the kid
Can't leave the work at the house where you live
If you put in the work then don't say what you did
Silence is golden my boy ya dig? damn
Bussin her guts on the daily damn
Knock'em down just look at my KD
She thick but I hate when her pussy be lazy damn
She could be riri but still wouldn't please me
Practice what you preach
Meaning what you speak
I spy wit my lil eye
Your demise
I do not pride myself
On being the greatest
Where does that get you
A legacy
I pass up a check for integrity
Now raise your hand if you could say that was me
Practice what you preach
Meaning what you speak
Yeah aye yeah aye
Practice what you preach
Plan for war to prepare for peace
You need peace of mind to live a life of ease
I go from Shaka khan to Amir khan at the drop of a dime
I use melodies as my weaponry
But turn felonies into 1st degrees if you testing me
Come find me I'm where the check will be
When you flying private they don't check the luggage
Baggage claim ain't even in my budget
Ballin' hard you could say I get buckets
Bet y'all come around... like a necklace
Somehow I'm not sounding... so reckless
Show up to the party fuck a guess list
Never really could tell me shit
Listening to broken records help me break records
I'm thankful to all of you naysayers and suppressors
That shit on my goals and tell me fold
Fuck all you hoes
Fuck I look like succumbing to those
Where would I be if I listened to them
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Knows
Nobody knows
Practice what you preach
I spy wit my lil eye
Your demise
I do not pride myself
On being the greatest
Where does that get you
A legacy
I pass up a check for integrity
Now raise your hand if you could say that was me
Okay Practice what you preach
Practice what you preach
Damned if I don't speak
Fam is all I need
This ain't what you want
Aww nah he'll nah
Aw nah hell nah

Written by:
Reginald Gordon

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