PUZZLE

[Intro]
Launching321Beatz
I go ham but I keep Kosher, ya feel me?
Watttterrrr
I keep Kosher but I still go ham
Ay

[Chorus]
I be tryna understand, what's these crackers motive
But I ain't feedin' into them, I'm tryna focus
Feel like shit be adding up so I'ma put in motion
I'm piecing all of this together I ain't fucking folding
I be tryna understand, what's these crackers motive
But I ain't feedin' into them, I'm tryna focus
Feel like shit be adding up so I'ma put in motion
I'm piecing all of this together I ain't fucking folding

[Verse 1]
Fucking house party crackas dancin' for no reason
I'ma bring some new sauce, but I ain't poppin' [?]
How the fuck it's smoke, but crackas we in different regions?
I'm just tryna make it in this rap shit for different reasons
Take the floor, ride on some [?], think I broke the motor
Pull up with lil Simpson, that's my dog, but he ain't Homie
I fuck with thuggin' music, but a cracka ain't a stoner
I got a job and they ain't pay me
Where's the motherfuckin' owner, cracka

[Chorus]
I be tryna understand, what's these crackers motive
But I ain't feedin' into them, I'm tryna focus
Feel like shit be adding up so I'ma put in motion
I'm piecing all of this together I ain't fucking folding
I be tryna understand, what's these crackers motive
But I ain't feedin' into them, I'm tryna focus
Feel like shit be adding up so I'ma put in motion
I'm piecing all of this together I ain't fucking folding

[Verse 2]
Every time I hop up on the beat, they say I slid
I don't got a terrier, but I be walkin' shit
I feel bad for that lil cracka, why? 'Cause he be talkin' shit
His hoe be fuckin' cucumbers while he at work and shit
They say BLP you're killin' me smalls, but I ain't Biggie and shit
Call me what you want, but I know that I am a different jit
Tellin' me to do what you're not even doin' Hippo a crit
Feel like Ryan Miller with mosquitoes, I'm so sick of this shit
I don't need no audience, 'cause she gon' make it clap for me
I'm versatile with this shit, I'm tryna be like Master Pete
No more countin' bus money, my pocket's got a sack of cheese
Nineteen, and I'm on nineteen, I'm out tha Haverty
You lil cracka gettin' sweeped just like some crumbs up off the floor
I'ma snap regardless, even if the quality is poor
Tried to play me like I'm sweet, so now it's really gettin' [?]
How the fuck you judgin' me, but don't know what I'm standin' for?
I be rappin' straight fast, these crackers talkin' this and that
I be speakin' out my dang mouth, they talkin' out their ass
I'm a cracka, but I ain't nothin' like these other fuckin' lads
How the fuck you see me doin' well and that shit make you mad?
I thought you'd be there for me, but when it was time you weren't 'bout
I'ma just hit the balance in your favorite benefit of the doubt
Marcus that my dog, he pulled up with me to the opp house
Real jits saw that they had my back, gettin' bucks now

[Chorus]
I be tryna understand, what's these crackers motive
But I ain't feedin' into them, I'm tryna focus
Feel like shit be adding up so I'ma put in motion
I'm piecing all of this together I ain't fucking folding
I be tryna understand, what's these crackers motive
But I ain't feedin' into them, I'm tryna focus
Feel like shit be adding up so I'ma put in motion
I'm piecing all of this together I ain't fucking folding
I ain't fuckin' foldin'
I am not foldin'