Shook Ones

[Intro: TJ Holland]
Uh, woo
Damn, it's been a minute since I've been in here
Haha
Yuh, alright, aye, look

[Verse: TJ Holland]
Aye yo, I'm diverse
I could be living off of my words
Because an infinite digit is shit that mine's worth
I got that shit some would kill to get, but it's my curse
It's just a gift that's been sent to me, that's how God works
And I just had an epiphany that these millions gon' get to me before shots getting sent to me, y'all get mine first
And you can talk, they won't listen, see
No, regardless, eventually features all gonna skip a beat to hear my versе
Aye, yo, but niggas wanting all kind of features
Just to gеt fast forwarded from all kinds of secrets
If life's a lesson then I learned from all kind of teachers
Learned from all kind of leeches
We all got a weakness and mine is just, I'm a perfectionist
Man, I just find a flaw in every bar, then perfect the shit
And here we are, back to being cursed and then blessed again
The circle's small, it's not really worth for the extra friends
Especially when we live in a world where your friends are hating
Got problems, don't solve 'em, they instigate them
No dollars, they rob them, they live impatient
Shit been changed and it's been all business lately
So, I don't follow any rule that you comply with
Lately, on my mind, this nigga suit and tie shit
Aye, I ain't really too concerned on who designs it
Just as long as the owner of the room's your highness
'Cause I ain't got a image to uphold, so fuck yours
I hope you know I mean that shit
I really don't care to know about what you're feedback is
Been on a losing streak lately, I don't need that trend
And I see that men compete with women, outcrying them
You can catch me saving money, out-grinding them
The problem is, a lot of these others niggas is hot
They'd rather be in a box, not thinking outside of it
Ugh, but sorry, no sorry, apology
My main goal is a Ferrari, no mileaging
A lot of niggas built with no heart and no common sense
A lot of rappers built with no balls but so confident
And I ain't wanna rap no more
But the way bruh snapped got me back on boil
Fuck the past nigga, I ain't looking back, going forward
Check the raps, they hop on and won't get back on yours
I got 'em shook

[Outro: TJ Holland]
Man, aye, look
Yeah, one-two, one-two
Yeah