Stick Talk

I leave you on read like the color of your pad,period uh I don't need your head
Talking about shit but have we ever met?
Nah nigga so close up the trash
Fucking the world and nutting so fast like tss and I'm kinda furious
My shit getting sicker I don't need no meds,right!
Mazo roll up jets

Pass me a stick
I got a light
Blow out the smoke
Blur out the lines
Independent
That's how we ride
On a wave
Yeah that's me and my guys
Uh shit
High on a bike
Motherfuckers don't know shit bout the grind
Bitches screaming on they Nicki Minaj
Then go grab they Java at Kigali Heights

Uh
Bitch
Enemies
They keep talking shit
Whining like a bish
Keep on jumping fences
Pick a side
But don't start explainin
Who your friend
What's the hood you live in?
Like a gangster
You keep actin' tough
But yo mama waitin'
On the fucking couch
Keep on frontin', for the fucking clout
And the fucking songs, and the fucking gram
You ain't bout that life
I know that I'm not
I just rapped about it, I ain't fuckin' nuts
Nigga fuck you mean, I don't fucking rob

All this to show, how it easy it is, to put up a show
A fuckin facade, and lie whatchu on
And bout where you from
And write up a song
And before you know, niggas play off they phones
The lies that you told
And make it their own
Shit
Recycle that shit till we old
The saddest truth bout this shit and I'm gone
Mazo, uh

Saddest truth bout the shit and I'm gone
Mufakas don't Know shit bout the grind
Niggas dropped me and I still keep it goin
See, healing is all about time

Been a warrior ever since I was born
A Twitter feminist is a bitch I don't like
She told me hit it I said I ain't gonna bone
You pussy bigger than an underground pipe

It's crazy nowadays the pressure I'm on
It's getting kinda hard sleeping at night
Do me some wrong, I put it in a song
Your bitch twerk on it at Kigali heights

I got the vibe
Aw shit yeah right I'm kinda high
Ready to die, nigga?
You think that you know but you getting surprised

King Kenny on the television
Terrorising my competition
Like a kamikaze bitch I'm on a mission
I'm blowing up leaving niggas grieving

We are winning that's what we like
On the wave it's just me and my guys
Uh uh uh uh
On the wave it's just me and my guys
On the wave it's just me and my guys

One time...

Niggas drop a O
Like we vagabonds
Nigga fuck a phone
Niggas hitting me up like I'm goin' respond
Nigga whatchu mean
I don't gotta doe

Fuck a stream
Man how bout a show
Crowd showing us love like we conquered Rome
Marching the streets, synchronisation like some of these niggas wear uniform
Step by step, bring the saxophone
It's a fucking parade
12th of the month and I still ain't get paid
End of the month nigga might catch a case
You trynna finess me my nigga I rage
Come to the office and I might portray
My primitive instincts and blow off your face
You know how this world go man it's give or take
So you better pay up or you'll catch a fade

I leave you on read like the color of your pad,period uh I don't need your head
Talking about shit but have we ever met?
Nah nigga so close up the trash
Fucking the world and nutting so fast like tss and I'm kinda furious
My shit getting sicker I don't need no meds,right!