Sincere Lyrics

Desi thinkin bout what bat he gonna hit me wit

While yayo and his son are busy being 50's bitch

Shit im make it fuckin public till you pussies hit my phone

I aint ever gonna stop it i been grindin all along

My money never red but red put money on your head

Sleepin on my team will leave you bloody in your bed

Im runnin from my fate, you faggots ruunin to the feds

If yu wanna meet ill meet, quit tryna catch me while i eat

I aint ever call police b they had came with EMT

But since then devin never leave his house without a weapon

Count ya blessings bitch im cursed nd goin down im boutta bless em

It aint over and told you from the get go

That im a savage animal thats bound to blow your neck bro

I listen to you screamin while you gunna hear the tech go

(Bang)

Seven

Two

Sweet gum lane, sweet gum lane

And im coming for you, gunnin when the beat done playing

Stupid mofuckers thinkin beefs some game

But i keep on sayin

That this shit is to the death and imma eat yo brains

Im running wit some cons and i roll with loccs

Got family from the bronx to the golden coast

Yo you gon fuck around catch a holy ghost

Oh im a pussy, how you gonna call me that

When my brothers tryna scrap and you called your dad

Guess you aint want your flesh on your lawn as bad

As we do

My people will all react

And we leave your cerebral in doggie bags

Desert eagles to eat you and chalk your ass

Pull apart your chest with the bars in rap

Leaveing pieces of your teeth in your garbage bags

Oh yall want me to rant? well imma start with facts

In fact ark is whack

I slap straps to your face till your jaw is cracked

Yup yall is mad but none you fuckin fags are down to brawl with stax

We spit the rawest tracks

And i aint fallin back

Youre what we call a rat

If karma hasnt hit you yet, be sure i fuckin will

All the stupid shit you said will cut you like a steel

Blade and make you wish your dead or picked a better deal

We gonn pull up on you crippin with a clip equipped to kill

But i dont rep a set except for what my clique has built

Imma spit this on the real

I aint never been a g but v got hittas in the field

We gon put in work until the dirt is where we lay

Perfect with our verses and our purpose aint the pay

I got herses on the way

Just to come collect your body put a shotty to ya face

Lotta yall is fake

Vegz boutta catch a case

Cause you know we gettin wild ayo gotti get the yay

But im sounding kinda typical

So imma speed and switch it up

I split a dutch and spit with dutch

You bitches fuckin gay

And this is nothing mane

Ive been picked on for my pigment still i get it till im paid

Aint shit thats in my way

In this business imma stay

Dont do many metaphors i get aborad the plane

Then ill tell you that im flying cause im high and im insane

They tryin to explain just why im in the game

I was lookin for an outlet now im tired and im drained

Aint dying for the fame

Used to get abused for doing music now the music 'busin me

I aint doing this for money fuck im doin this for free

And im doing this for me

Put my crew up on the scene

But dont be mad at us because we threw up on your dreams

You were never made to make it, find my name and what it means

Look at where i started and now look at where i am

Took all of my problems and i cooked em in the pan

I used to suck till lucifer had took me by the hand

Now word on the street is i murder the beat

Keep hitting my tracks on a verbal degree

Kicked outta class for disturbing the peace

Now im tripping on acid and burning my feet

Rocks on my neck, bright ice on my wrist

Im on top of the rest yes nicest in this

Yet im mean with the schemes of the rhymes that i spit

My mind is a trick and its gone with my morals

Im tryna be me while yall tryna be normal

Like weezy said i got this down to a science

Im living my life i advise you to try it

I spend so much time but still none of yall buyin i love it

Im kidding im killin these bitches with god as my witness

Hit up my doctor like i need prescriptions

I live on the run but im bothered by fitness

My father and sister had told me its nowhere i got in this business

But swear they aint knowing about all my writtens

So listen to me when i speak

Cause its funny that im still on ambien

But yall the ones that are sleepin on me

All of yall know that im decent atleast

Put my heart on a poster when v is deceased freeze frame

Speak flames, heat when i breathe

So i dont need a college to seize my degrees

Sheesh said i want beef not a cattle brah

Im tokin on some keef in the clouds and stars

But you gon take the L when we battle bars

Cause you acting all hard, you a mallowmar

I can tell that yall are snakes cause you rattle dog

And my skill only grows like a flower uh

I-id rather die with my pride than to live as a coward

My rhymes are so sweet but my image is sour

Your writtens are weak you were given no power

I sit on my tower on top of the throne

Yall thinking that it gon stop when it wont

So im poppin this chrome

Two shots to ya dome