My Glasses Fell Off

[Verse 1: Tablez]
I could have the worst day of my life and still remember I'll be alright (oh yuh)
Gotta tell myself I'm wonderful like Lebron's sprite
Got this weird mark on my wrist must be frostbite (huh?)
These dudes swear that they be ballin I see all Flights (nah)

Chillin with this alt, white bitch
I think she alt, right?
Touchdown to her spot like I'm J'marr
But she Lebron's height
Hoe was jhi abusive jokes on her I know a tall d***
(Yeah good luck with that)

(Tablez, not again)
I don't even wanna no problems but y'all never give me othеr options
Thought they were protеcted but it took one move to knock em
A stink bug almost fell into my damn cranapple juice
Why the fuck was no one in here tryna stop him? (Somebody stop this motherfucker)

I wish I mattered
Made some impact on all those around me
But if it weren't for me I probably wouldn't be here I guess
Should probably focus on myself and try out being the best
That I can be but I can't sleep knowing I failed a lot of em (Anyways…)

Never seemed like you were here with good intentions
Lowkey moving mad pretentious
Behind backs you always had some shit to say
But for all they done, I ain't gone leave em
I won't let looks be too deceiving
And be the villain at the end of the day

Shawty lookin just right with them locs
Form right with them squats
Do me a solid and give my penis a grounded pound
I put Jeesh on, now he home binge watching Round and Brown
I peaked last year so at this point I finna fuck around

[Bridge: Jeesh and Tablez]
Fuck a round
Bring them fists out
I can't even find time to rap, we ain't gon' diss out
4Runner right outside my crib, it's off of this clout
You just ain't in the clique lil boy, ain't do no miscount
I'm serious

Stay on my grind
I got a never ending list to check off
Chasing bread too much, it's serial
That's hella Kellogs
I was hitting from the side but then my glasses fell off

[Verse 2: Jeesh]
And popped the—
(Oh fuck, my glasses actually fell off)
Jit don't want war with me (nah)
Can't even ball like us, I hang around where the sporty be (oh yuh)
Small talk like Torchic beak get you shot if my shorty see
Let me give you a lil pointer, b (bah)
Cuz I noticed you ain't got one to point at me (haha)
Who in that bih?
Jit talk facts, it's true in that bih
Don't talk, you might ruin that bih, ah—
There he go talking, he fucked it up (He talking? Oh yeah)
Pillow talk like Scru in that bih
That ain't for you or that bih
What you even do with that bih?
(Stupid ass jit)
Imma take your hoe, hoe
You ain't really even my bro, bro
Make like low end, cut it out
Jit butted in, we smacked his ass red with that stick until he butted out
While your shawty taking what I nutted out
I copped that bando, kept that fan low
Cooking in that hot-spot, what's your bands though?
The opps could run up on me while I go commando
Cause always I stay with the damn folk
For real
(Wait bro, what the fuck do you mean by that?)
Shut up, don't think about it too much, it's abstract