J-kwe$t - Abstract

〈Verse〉
One time for the kids on the west coast
Margiela cause your bitch give the best throat
I really think i'm needin' the next dose
Just to get a little breeze then I let go
Ain't nothing you can see when it's retro
Just something you can feel when we check those
Fuck that, bus back i'm out this
What's that? One stack my outfit
Damn
We stay livin' in our head
Never really livin' 'cause we focus on the bread
Errybody dead, now i got no hero
Remember all the days all my plays got zero
On the D-Lo hit it like a free throw
Track like some crack and I know I make you fein Mo'
Hit the blunt, watch her deepthroat
She a cheap ho
Buy her diamonds but wear street clothes
Oh man, I know i'm crazy, woah
Fuck this, imma pray and take a dose
Hope to live to see the day i'm claimed the GOAT
'Cause every motherfucker love you when you gone
They start goin' and bumpin' all your songs
And I ain't hating, no discriminatin' shit
But I ain't really with that fake and funky shit
So you can either take my shit or bump and dip
Imma
Go straight for the first place
'Cause you ain't ever seen me on my worst day
Imma come up on a scheme, you in third place
They ain't really wanna see all my wordplay
She be lookin' like she tweaks when she thirsty
Told that bitch to come over on a Thursday
Have that bitch and just leave on a Friday
That's my fried-day, LSD where my mind lay
〈Chorus〉
And you know where i'm at
Smoke a fat stack and we strapped with the gat
'Cause every person's sick better watch yo back
They not who they say, better snatch that mask
Uh (X3)

〈Verse〉
Got a message to say
You can do anything, but it's you that delays
You maneuver the race and try to groove in the days
But every time you get alone, it's just you and your face
Fuck assuming your fate 'cause that's elusive in ways
Now you're stupid and baked and got no money to pay
A lot of shit that you crave
But that's okay anyway
'Cause it don't matter in the end
All that matters is your lens
Stay aware, don't pretend, fuck a ho, win the trend
Imma blow like my pen when I chug off the gin
This for the friends that be foldin' like feds
Hold for the text, don't be posin' for threats

〈Chorus〉
Yeah
And you know where i'm at
Smoke a fat stack and we strapped with the gat
'Cause every person's sick better watch yo back
They not who they say, better snatch that mask (X2)
Mothafucka
End