B4NG Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm a bit extreme
My lips spit mean
I killed all hope of staying a bit sane
My rhymes are insane
Today's a good day
To pick up the weakness
We're breaking the chain
It the season of greeting
Well how do you do?
Oh right, I don't care, and neither do you
Unstable home, always moving schools
Stuck on the phone, I'm stuck in the school
Had to break out, I just felt over ruled
Over gossip, over fools
Over nonsense, over juuls
Diamonds or otherwise, it ain't cool
Dying for the summertime, hit the pool
Lying in the sunrise ain't got shit to do
Relaxing I surmise is curtailed soon
[Chorus]
You ain't on that grind, you ain't on the move
Touch it all the time, ain't belong to you
You tryna make it right, I'mma writer (ooh)
You flying, let's get high, smoke a rod or two
Been playing do or die since my mother's womb
Been faking what is mine since the locker room
You ain't down to ride, I ain't down with you
Been taking what is mine, shit is not for you
[Verse 2]
Hard, intense work earns respect
Hardly ever missed a debt
You gon' be late, you better expect
That the Lens won't be there to gas your set
Or cash your checks
I ain't got the time, I ain't got the text
Sliding in my DMs, it's over, next (next, next)
Need a new opponent who's flow to wreck
Ain't no other rapper got a doper set
Ain't no other rapper's set-list stretch
Like Lens do. Got another wretch to fetch
Need a new opponent who's flow ain't shit
Y'all stuck on the past well I'm over that shit
Taking stabs to the back, I'm the GOAT at that shit
Been betrayed many times, getting used to that shit
[Chorus]
You ain't on that grind, you ain't on the move
Touch it all the time, ain't belong to you
You tryna make it right, I'mma writer (ooh)
You flying, let's get high, smoke a rod or two
Been playing do or die since my mother's womb
Been faking what is mine since the locker room
You ain't down to ride, I ain't down with you
Been taking what is mine, shit is not for you
[Bridge]
I got pot, I got lots
If I smoke then I'm on
I got loot, I got rights
I don't need to fight your fights
See Injustice: sacrifice
Feel these knuckles; bye to your lights
Keep going rogue, now, bye to your life
Don't even care about ninety to life
Rules are rules, why you confused?
That shit was explained as soon you knew
Have to say it again imma pick up the tool
[Chorus]
You ain't on that grind, you ain't on the move
Touch it all the time, ain't belong to you
You tryna make it right, I'mma writer (ooh)
You flying, let's get high, smoke a rod or two
Been playing do or die since my mother's womb
Been faking what is mine since the locker room
You ain't down to ride, I ain't down with you
Been taking what is mine, shit is not for you