Handshakes

Feeling like I'm Babe Ruth boutta knock it out the park

Feeling like you can't tell me shit bitch I'm Rosa Parks

Shorty like a painter cuz she knows I'd always make her art

Homie tried to steal from me I almost had to break his arm

But Jesus said to turn the other cheek so I ain't do em harm

Pieces of a broken man lost inside this brittle barn

How you talking bout the finish line but you ain't even start

Parked car pulled up on the ave just to talk some smack

Tried to pull a shorty on the west but she ain't holler back

Guess you ain't the man huh can't amount to what I am

Guess you ain't a fan huh your girly love my music fam

Cop cruiser van sleek