Don't Hit My Line

Let me make you a offer I grew up playing the carter And that’s just word to my father I ain’t for stashing any choppers in lockers But i was rapping on queue Like a monster Still i ain’t manage a sponsor Look was suited to opera Still rock ya Still got the Best set of looks There’s no larger No fit harder no mom that keep me way from they daughters I got a wife I aint ever gonna ignore her What the doctors order Plus four doses of holy water Swear i been staring at my ceiling now… Feeling all the weight around that try and bring me down… News tell me bout some bodies that just hit the ground… Just another lost soul Tryna get the crown I was walking in some nameless town Tryna map my way to levels off my latest sounds Ignoring looks that could catch on how my face is brown Let me put you onto hash bass now just to prove what i been proving with tracks I keep improving these raps… Like i been suited with three pieces Keep some shoes and a hat… You put my words against the leaders They be screaming no cap… And it’s no cap with the heater I dont mingle with losers Barely working abusers Paint illusions Of some art up in they crap Im just deading the rumours pyrx here like a tumor Words they work like a tuner So let me start to bring it back Lifes a game i been prepping for it... Put this work in bet i been repping for it… I been shooting for my goals You can’t ignore it… Still i be vip Bitch i’m so important… Hit my music like a drug Bitch you better score it… Hear my voice Check my clothes Shit they both imported… Just a diamond in the rough No i ain’t been sorted… That’s why i’m rapping like i shyne On my new recordings I remember as a young Unused to move real mad... How i went around the city in a cab No bag...keep a doobie in my right hand Pants still sag…sorry i’m late Shit the jet still lag…watching all the baddies from the netflix class… Cooking in the dark how my right wrist pass… Running till i’m first tryna make this last… My vision been great Say it’s not that bad Now i’m hitting Tryna upgrade my residence Moving uptown as i chase these dead presidents Now i’m wishing tryna upgrade my relevance Don’t hit my line if you ain’t got intelligence I really done caught you mid slumber And your girl heard my words bet she feeling my tumblr So now i’m coming hot for the summer Bitch don’t hit my line if i don’t know your number Don’t hit my line motherfucker i’m working