MOTH Lyrics

Yea, even Isaac Newton can't explain

How my words stick together

With his law of gravity

I'm peculiar, eccentric, an oddity

Straight like that

Bro, I got these girls falling like Niagara, falling

I'm in Queen City with two chickens by Conagra, birds

My daddy's a reverend and I'm a legend, preach

I have an obsession with my progression, come up

My body's confined, my mind's free, Brownside

Many have eyes but can't see, Brownside

They sending them kites with no strings, that's the system

They floating around with no wind, no wind

Bitch I've been quarantining for a decade, for a decade

You quarantine a year and going crazy, bitch you crazy

I'm waiting on my date she's not a female, not a female

Bitch I'm on point like a detail

I've served so much time I'm the man of the hour, man of the hour

When they see you living sweet

That's when people turn sour

Got good credit with the plug and experian, I do

I defend mine and go to war like a syrian, yea

I'm brushing all this hate off, hate off

Like my teeth puto, puto

Grappling with this money, making moves no judo, judo

Just got a rental bout to take off with yo bitch, bout to take off wit yo hoe bruh

I'm in south beach with yo boo kicking shit

They disappeared me, they disappeared me

Right now I'm starving, right now I'm Starving

Bitch I've been popping, bitch I've been popping

You know I need coffee, you know I need coffee

I'm the man of the hour, I'm the man of the hour

Bitch I did my time, bitch I did my time

I paid all my dues to society

Now its time to get mine, right now

I'm waiting on a payment, seventeen-hundred

Direct deposit, straight to my cash app

You can find me where the cash at

I'll wake your ass up around three in the morning

While you girl is snoring

And make you both pay

Your girl be hoeing

She's all in my dm

Telling me she's ready to suck me today

Bitch I'm a convict

I don't say, hear, or see anything, nop

I lost it all, got nothing to loose

So I want everything, want it all

If you complaining do me a favor

Stay the fuck away from me, yea

I'm an optimist, got no tolerance for incompetence

Theses dudes slower than snails, snails

My speed's like air mail, mail

I'm not a taxi, we ain't going back and forth about nonsense, hell naw

If you have a message, please drop it off in my comments, drop it off

These fumes I'm inhaling have me debating with my conscience, uhu

And I have so many convict inquiries my songs turn into con-tests

I've served so much time I'm the man of the hour, man of the hour

When they see you living sweet

That's when people turn sour

Got good credit with the plug and experian, I do

I defend mine and go to war like a syrian

I'm brushing all this hate off

Like my teeth puto

Grappling with this money, making moves no judo

Just got a rental bout to take off with yo bitch

I'm in south beach with yo boo kicking shit