Commentz-Tsumyoki/Kidd Mange

I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity I can't invite you I'm sorry You ain't the vibe Your energy barely alive I think I'm sick of all the talking I could amaze yall Give you something you could pray for you still treat me like an option I just keep bawsing 45 up in the morning Middle fingers to the comments They tryna tell me what to do but i just got hits on my mind So I'm finna snooze straight up on all of these losers, stick to my grind They be distractions I just move past ‘em I don't time for no debate I'm tryna get sauce on my plate then i let it rain They getting mad cause I don't reply but that ain't the vibe that I'm tryna chase I hit the road fast when I'm with the guys ahead of the lies the spit in my face I just be all in my bag, ain't no time for the gram I'm working in silence, I put in all my shit pile, surprise em then i go bang Sick of these internet gangsters I get right but they switching my angles I can't decide, i just think its a gamble Back in my mind, this shit is a scandal One wrong move and I get cancelled 2 strikes and they changing the channel 3 strikes and they switch sides you get balled out, now you just an example They want you perfect I'll have you know that im dropping these jaws when they look at my verses And that is my purpose 10 outta 10 when you testing me that is for certain I take out a serpant and burn em Look in the mirror, i see only competition that's a mindset to go further I'll give you something you ain't ever heard of 2 years then this game getting murdered I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity I can't invite you I'm sorry You ain't the vibe Your energy barely alive I think I'm sick of all the talking I could amaze yall Give you something you could pray for you still treat me like an option I just keep bawsing 45 up in the morning Middle fingers to the comments I'm done with this stupid clout Gotta double it down on the music now So I finna bring it and kill it I'm going places When they see me they moving out Everybody tell me All my life I been fighting I ain't never giving up You try holding us down middle fingers up While they doubting we counting these figures up Lemme tell you something I know you know these bitches be praying that we slipping been picking up winning they hissing They say we missing but the hate never hitting No it ain't hittin And I know they saw the flow blow up and they switching They be talking that shit but they listen Ain't competing but they always gone pitch in They stabbing your back till you catching That fat stack pass that and They slashing you banned by that pack They ain't stand with you While they capping to you I be snapping fool they chatting with you if you catching the views Abuse you if you ain't pack the tools Nowadays all the music don't matter too People shaking they ass and they grab some blues Everyone wanting the beef they never be weighing the stakes though Ego never letting no mistakes go We don't even settle if the plate full Grateful my homies be faithful I done did enough time with the snakes though We the real foe in this game mode so I really be praying for these fake ho's I finna kick it and whip it into the vicinity I can't invite you I'm sorry You ain't the vibe Your energy barely alive I think I'm sick of all the talking I could amaze yall Give you something you could pray for you still treat me like an option I just keep bawsing 45 up in the morning Middle fingers to the comments