2 Pairs

Tae, we finna up the score on these niggas Two cents on my food stamps Want to walk around in my shoes You can't take two steps in my Jordan's Worth like 2K, but hey, who cares Got two pairs and they ride with me In the backseat of my '03 Buick Century 'Cause I'm homeless, just got evicted Fighting not to pull out this here chrome-less Just got a brick to flip Directors on trampolines Had to flip the script And shake 5-0 like some tambourines Winding up in an ambulance Trying to fuck with me in this rap scene Trying to fuck with me in this rap scene Anti-social, I'm that mean Tongue numbing when I gargle lean Aren't you glad I almost quit rapping Now I'm back, bitch, suck a tangerine Little cutie like a clementine when you try rapping All cap and I'm in my basket like jellybeans Still dropping shit from the quarantine Still fiend for Promethazine And I ain't sip since 2013 Lighting candles, eating rappers up Dinner with me, I'm a hopeless romantic Like Costa Rica, I've been going bananas Scary weed, smoking on tarantula Dreams of hopping out an Aston Hopping on a jet, mixing up a Fanta Getting too lit (oh, oh, oh, oh) Where the fuck is your man You are my new bitch Kicking back just picking my pockets Working them cute lips (whoa, oh, oh, oh) Sitting back watching all these dudes (oh, oh, hmm) Just make your kids rich Trying to find out What your current situation is Cut my life up into pieces, hoe Cut my life up into pieces, hoe I held on hope Fifty cents up in my pockets Like I'm popping smoke I'd rather pop a little roach Then smoke a little dope I'd rather sit inside the crib And make a hundred hits She cut my life up into pieces, hmm Ain't that a bitch I cannot sit inside a cell I'm about to have a kid This dead end job don't make no sense Can't put none toward the bills I'm out my mind with this I got this shit, I got the skills It's Tae Laurent up on the beat It's Hackey in his feels It's sixteen seconds through the master And I'm getting chills These mids and highs, they get me high And, yeah, I get my fill I lie awake at night And think why I ain't got a deal I just turned thirty And I'm hotter than your favorite still I grip my steel And give my spiel to what I believe is real I'm on the keel Protect my fate, they want it pack and sealed Come get a feature for the price of two That package deal I'm asking double what I did Because I'm triple ill