Consecutive Normal Punches
Act like you know who I am when I fly through the land
That's some courtesy (courtesy)
Don't hurry me, I'm so serene on the scene
If I leave, that's gon' breed an emergency (emergency)
That's urgency, heard of me certainly
Work and I flirt with this weed 'til they bury me (bury me)
Absurd to me I'm steering clean of the dirt
But still got the devil tryna flurry me (flurry me)
But currently I didn't get in this position
I'm in just for niggas to worry me (worry me)
I been in this shit for a bit
So I got let you niggas get word of me (word of me)
I stick in this bitch for the permanent or 'til I'm stuck in infirmary (infirmary)
'Cause trust ain't nothing but a word
You niggas still don't verge over perjury (perjury)
Yeah, yeah, ayy
So I stepped in, threw a check with the blessin'
Now the question is, what should I invest in? (what should I invest in?)
Crept in with a weapon and my best friend
Hold your breath man before you be a dead man (before you be a dead man)
Flexing like I'm wrestling, bitch I'm destined
Getting money 'cause I'm working like a Mexican
Best dressed nigga in the west (in the west)
With a lot of trauma and a little finesse (finesse)
Diamond grade boogers hanging off of my neck
Got a couple women tryna ruin the rep
I give every rumor twenty seconds or less
Made a couple milli' and I ain't done yet
Ayy, I feel like Denzel (Denzel), I feel like Denzel ('Zel)
'Bout to FaceTime with my pen pal
Light up that weed and I inhale
I wish I could do it for a while now
Finna wild out 'til they let a nigga chow down (chow down)
Hope I don't foul out
Still run wild through the city with a ticket like Bow Wow (Bow Wow)
Never did doubt 'bout my route
Got me seeing that the clout is what all y'all about now ('bout now)
Better get a foul now when I pop style, layin' everything down
Niggas better have white towel wavin'
Niggas better come at me with down payments
Lil' nigga duckin' like Cal Cambridge
Punk, punch me and get your town vanquished
And I ain't gotta die for attention
I ain't no facade, I be livin', might ride 'til the finish
So high like the sky ain't the limit
I don't even ride with the ceilin'
Blood red eyes feeling like divine intervention, no God
No God
No God
No God (no God)
No God (no God)
Writer/s: Dominique Marquis Cole
