Pieces Lyrics

Worked three jobs like my mama

Trying to write my story I'm the author

Just walk through another pickle

I made it splash you barely ripple

I'm used to the double, I need a triple

When you shooting the shots you let them dribble

When I'm in the rental I feel cripple

Pussy give me the source you just the middle

Buss down chains it's all nickel, how you buss down nickel with fake crystals?

Yeah That's the move when your little that ain't sick my brother

That shits sniffles

Huh fuck two tone, I want skittles how you bad to the bone you're so brittle

Spoonfuls I don't do nibbles I giggle whenever they try me shit tickles

Walking through flames I can't see obstacles

Yeah I'm in the back of the restaurant restroom breaks with my confidants

I ain't come for the food, I like the ambiance

When Pablo died they found Esteban

IRA money we leprechauns

I need a plug inside the Pentagon

I need more weight for my carry on new landscapes that we set upon

Motherfucker I just want to hit the autobahn and make a billy off of tick like we Oregon

I'm in and out quick, I'm already gone

Fuck the merch I want pieces

Warhol sitting next to Jesus

Fuck your drop dates releases that's the best before date you leeches

It was old As soon as you hit record

They're going to end up with mortgages driving fords

And I aint Never get caught up on keeping scores

They will never close the gap because they frauds

These days the world seem lazier

Can't you see it got crazier

Mama said change it be a lawyer

If I want to change the world, join a mafia

Gaddafi in Columbia Fish scales no tilapia

Motherfucker I can tell youse a customer hustler

I gotta see which doctor, Witch doctor can rid me of the imposter

Get it off his filth then we flip it like a lobster

Talking to a priest and I'm talking to a mobster

Talking to myself I'm just talking to a monster