​man of my word

[Verse 1: Cavasoul]
Threw out my plan B
Everything is clear to me
Won't ever reach my dreams
Worryin' about contingencies
I got verses on verses
But I got lack of sleep
'Cause I would rather live it
Than see other people on a screen
I eat beats like I saw 'em as sweet treats
I'm deep deep in some of the best weed from BC
I straight feast until I am held in esteem
The best team is anyone else but plus me
I've had enough of all the self-deprecation
Lemme talk my shit, I'm fly for a Caucasian
I'm usually not too cocky
My discography can back me up
I'm mad as fuck if spending my time
Isn't accompanied by payment
I'm a man of my word
If I said I would do it then often I'm finished first
If I said it's for free then I would gift you a verse
But I expect a percentage whenever my voice is heard
'Cause I'm a man of my word
But shit this talk is not cheap
Set of flooded diamonds
Fit the apparel for my teeth
I feel like a bakery
It's bread, it's never beef
Everything I spit is covered meaning
Hidden underneath
And if time is money, then you understand
The compensation that I'm looking for
I pour up a glass
And then I smoke and then I smoke some more
I look up Eric Godlow
Just to check if he has posted more
And then I beat it up
The way your girl said she been hoping for

[Verse 2: Akumuh]
Yeah
How she been hoping for
Has she been home before?
'Cause she been stayin' with me
For like a month or four
Asked me for the Twitter
Told her, "Don't forget the underscore"
'Cause I ain't famous yet
But I'ma get the Rxseboy @ for sure
On that verification
At a peril, I'm patient
She gon' give me sensation
On an everyday basis
Oh she don't give it to you?
That's kinda sad if it's true
So here's a couple grand
Go and buy some candy, lil' dude
I'm fuckin' off of it
I reciprocate but you the opposite
My composition commas
Collard greens and water moccasins
I'm poppin' shit
Only really tags and never Glocks and shit
But if I gotta shoot
I'm 'bout to shoot you where your problem is
Keep you mouth shut and stay walking
I hear a peep, you gettin' cut
Don't try to play possum
Daylight, you in the street
You better pray to God quick
That my homie don't run you over
On some Autobahn shit
One-thirty, ya girly just got flirty
Her skirty is off, surely
She serving me top perfect
I'm hittin' the spot cervix
I jack-in-the-box worth it
She flashin' me, aw
She ride it good when she not nervous
Uh, wait
You should stick with me in the 'burbs
I wanna take you out
The place where they get killed on the curb
Or maybe I could buy a plane
And we could sample the earth
I'll show you everything you want
Girl, I'm a man of my word