gifted with the gab Lyrics

Thoughts

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Yo

Gifted with the gab, in a bind, I'll finesse it

I just want the bag, all my time is invested

Reaching in the past

Whoa! Out comes a lesson

Just as a reminder to myself of my progression

I said I'm gifted with the gab, in a bind, I'll finesse it

I just want the bag, all my time is invested

Reaching in the past

Whoa! Out comes a lesson

Just as a reminder to myself of my progression

Look, I don't want a kid anymore

I just want the feelin' that I'm getting on tour

Disposable income got me spending a little more

And i got your girlie wetter than the soup d'jour

Monsieur, I just wanna get a little more

Not "fuck you" rich, but I'm farther from poor

Millions, billions, lakhs, and crores

I've turned into a diamond from the weight that I bore, I'm

Sitting 100% of the time in the sky

I will come and take it no masking or it disguise

You could try revenge, you know, "An eye for an eye"

But surprise, my ride-or-dies don't let me engage in violence

Protect the moneymaker by any means

And I Rolex the honey, cuz she vibin' with me

And we go to The Keys

And we float near the beach

And we flow like the water

Finna blow like the breeze 

Because I'm

Gifted with the gab, in a bind, I'll finesse it

I just want the bag, all my time is invested

Reaching in the past

Whoa! Out comes a lesson

Just as a reminder to myself of my progression

I said I'm gifted with the gab, in a bind, I'll finesse it

I just want the bag, all my time is invested

Reaching in the past

Whoa! Out comes a lesson

Just as a reminder to myself of my progression

Unsolicited nudes, But wifey never sweat it

Never fumble that, I'm running back, like Emmitt

Only earning cash for the fam and the friends

And I'm believin' in my craft, so I only take percentage

It's a salary for goats, and I'm only grazin' the inches

A couple years more and I'm earning like White descendants

When I get the dough, I ain't gon' spend it on some pendants

I'd rather skip the show and focus on my independence

OK, I barely have a job because this writing is easy

That's why they call me thoughtsfornow

Prolific with the double meanings

And you do not have lyrics

You mumble ba-ba-ba-ba-be

That's why you don't have any fans

'Cept for the ones up on the ceiling, I'm

Getting messages from legends and I don't know what to do with 'em

I never act a fool with 'em

Just do me and play cool with 'em

The Greats are just my peers, so if they sketchy, then I'm through with 'em

Like if any of you were them

I've proven how I move, because I'm

Gifted with the gab, in a bind, I'll finesse it

I just want the bag, all my time is invested

Reaching in the past

Whoa! Out comes a lesson

Just as a reminder to myself of my progression

I said I'm gifted with the gab, in a bind, I'll finesse it

I just want the bag, all my time is invested

Reaching in the past

Whoa! Out comes a lesson

Just as a reminder to myself of my progression