STUBBLE

(Playing cut-throat) Boys, we get stubble on our chins Even less subtle in armpits That's before we get brittle, disheartened And susceptible to darkness Learn of crimes, made simple to digest Listen dog, you commit, you get charges Not a difficult concept Easy convincing a novice We make the decision in earnest My mind clearer than crystal—dismiss all the nonsense No convictions to process, I'll be in a position for progress But me and my environment had a rocky beginning, an argument And honestly, why is it conflict can chisel a conscience? Regardless of any reason for that, that's how it is, it be tit for tat That's how we interact He wanna disrespect, but he's an idiot—won't let 'him give me that Really raise the bar I don't just carry weight, I'm moving it I'm rich like a supervillain, you living like Hoovervilles I got motives to fulfill Neighborhood need stupid hills Hot, I never choose to chill Bills to chase, blues to feel Haters? brodi they just hating They don't want me to exist I take shots, I shoot and swish You send some I juke and dip Take that into consideration when you choose a clip Ain't sweet, sweet tooth is chipped Ain't deep, ain't rudiment Ruthless, it'll get gruesome Careful how you use your lips On the map a huge blip Out when it's late, it's moonlit Brush I paint you rouge with Struck a chord, acoustic Slippery slope, walls of that tomb slick This one for the books I'm in the books, I'm on a bus I'm going places, making my mark like bruises Used to be new to this Had little to contribute to this music Issue was the viewership I been thinking I think I like power 'cause it yield respect Want good cards, I should deal the deck If you ask a true monster, nothing feels better Than playing cut throat when you got a steel neck I go nuts, it's ludicrous I go nuts like lunatics Buy the pot, consumerism Still live what I do and did They talked down to me, spewing venom No need to forgive 'em Out of sync, got the cruelest rhythm Might wanna keep a tooly with him In it for the long hall Big bark, tall order I'm a dog that'll bite you with a strong jaw Tactic: make you spot a small flaw Make you pick the wrong straw Trap door, no floor, fall for All-fours fight stance Line crosser, contour—I advance I'm not some follower, slight chance of tying knots My plots are points on a map I'm a point guard, and scoring's automatic Those who oppose wear pale faces They called heads, I'm tailgating No stale mate, that's a coin toss adage I do numbers while I'm making you a statistic If you shortchange, you get paid a visit Pain infliction, my aim in diction—yours causes static Discourse off-track I coerce opps that insist on throwing false cap Why I endorse gall, brash behaviors Sort of all about it (Sort of all about it) The world doesn't need frauds, that's weak sauce You can bend the knee 'til your knees lock I'm getting money, and lots If I were you I'd be cautious Envy's gotten plenty of opps feeling green as moss Ugly also, shouldn't even start Rather not be at odds Shopping list, I'ma need a coffin Put my hands on you like Niko Robin But we can battle tooth and nail No brakes I'm on the road to riches, you chose an avenue to fail Rather just keep it G, and say I'll be mad if you prevail Path is super narrow I monopolize the edges, treat you like the envelope Built a crypt after you fell So make a choice in a conflicted instance Now's the time to drop your inhibitions Hold your tongue won't make a lick of difference Hold your tongue won't make a lick of difference That's the stubble talking, just assume it's different for whatever reason Pushing coming to shoving often, communication less than decent They be making trouble constantly, prove it's them I essentially did Don't like having to cut a loss But I'm infected, definitely sick