Track 10 Lyrics

Baby

Ey ey

Three

Ey ey

Baby

Ey ey

Three

Please don't touch that dank

You ain't put in on this man

Please don't touch that drank

You ain't put in on this man

Please don't touch that dial

You ain't put in on this man

Keep your hands to yourself

Tuck them hands in your pants

Like me and the homeboys good

Me and the squad gone add more keys like locksmiths

I got a bad repute

All of the bullshit makes for better content

I just knew that fate would favor me

These days I can bag my self-esteem

Reparation wrap it for the team

Ejaculate and leave the wealth to seed

Look I can't drop the ball

I can't drop a sweat

I just iced up my cool

Yeah

You might slip on my ooze

Yeah

Color blocking my blues

I can't check the clock I just check my son

Knowing daddy can't lose yeah

Yeah

Pressure felt is profuse

Yeah

My opposition on mute

Tears of joy I finally made it out the whole I dug for myself

To the point where all my losses sit like trophies up upon my shelf

Side note

Feed the legacy light-years

Eyes closed

Mind clear

Paint the walls with my ideas

Like please don't touch that dank

You ain't put in on this man

Please don't touch that drank

You ain't put in on this man

Please don't touch that dial

You ain't put in on this man

Keep your hands to yourself

Tuck them hands in your pants

I seem

Never to fold I hate these creases

Never put loath above the vision

I do a lowkey observation

It's quite clear

They don't want me at the top

I silenced their prayers to flop

Enough is enough

The comeback like napalms unloaded from stars

Yeah

Yeah

See winning is quite a routine

I topple these levels with ease

I live off prestige

Escaped from the den of the thieves

My sins are too hard to redeem

Oh let me reveal

The slaughterhouse turn to religion

Tell me how do you repent and do it again

See money the root of the system

Tell me how do you reset the knowledge you gained

Can't run from a hearse

Can't undo a curse

Long arm when it hurts

Can't run from this music

Might end up in dirt

Can't live from a rubric

Can't mark up a verse

Like please don't touch that dank

You ain't put in on this man

Please don't touch that drank

You ain't put in on this man

Please don't touch that dial

You ain't put in on this man

Keep your hands to yourself

Tuck them hands in your pants

Like me and the homeboys good

Me and the squad gone add more keys like locksmith

Locksmith

Locksmith locksmith

Like me and the homeboys good

Me and the squad gone add more keys like locksmith

Locksmith

Locksmith locksmith

Babby

Three

Baby

Thirty-three