LAUGH TALE lyrics

[Intro]
TALK!

[Chorus]
Looking at the scene now
All I see is fakes
All I hear complaints
I got no restraint
They laugh at my dreams now
I laugh to the bank
I’m gon' be a great
I believe in fate

[Verse 1]
I believe
I believe in faith
We gon' ball without yall at the top
We playing keep away
I was on the chopping block
Struck out on luck I need to pray
Fujitora wish I never seen what I had seen today

Peepin' people tryna steal the sound and
I been easy I don't speak about it
I stopped using that flow cause yall really bit that sh*t so much
Get caught doing that sh*t and yall try to nip that sh*t like Hush
Yall rap about my life and you ain't live that sh*t so much
Yall can't measure to mе
My signature different my bеat by the book
My rhyme scheme breaking the meter
Weight in my pockets still dropping a foot
I can't listen to Pete
He telling me that my pocket ain't good
Killing 8s on cue, I'm solid I'm good
The pocket is good
The fans on a binge the product is good
The profit is good
f*cking hoes off hinge without wearing a condom
Probably should
I'm going up before them rappers you said probably would
I ain't been no son that's under my soul putting down my foot
Left handed compliments test my accomplishments
You want a problem then prove that dude
Left hand trigger the new Manu
Putting red to his body like new Man U
Made a couple bands off YouTube
Rapping in a car, I did the sh*t you can too
I was a jit in the BCPS school house sippin' on straight Tru Moo
I be grinning while they grimacing
I be winning while they wincing
Teeth showing I been lifting a while
Probably kill em with a grimace or smile
And I got that MP4 em like a motherf*cking video file
Pen different and my fans flippin to the sh*t that Ive written like bibliophiles
[Chorus]
Run me my respect
Run me my respect
Run me my respect
Run me my respect
I been thru the dark times
I been thru the wreck
Going thru the hard times
I can't even sweat

[Verse 2]
Whenever I pop, connect
Look at my guap, baguettes
Counting up knots, the best
Watch how I walk, finesse
I'm at a loss, of breath
Feeling my thoughts, progress
Reaching the top, I'm blessed
You try to stop, get slept
She the devil in a dress
Call her tsuki tsuki
Boy its never disrespect
Are you stupid stupid
Put that metal to his head
Like its Fooly Cooly
I be never knowing best
Like its Fooly Cooly
Billy Mandy crew when I move
I feel close with (death) death
Speak my truth hit my booth
How I cope with (stress) stress
Used to be cool back in the school
Now you broke in (debt) debt
I'm finna motherf*cking laugh at you
You hopeless (ha) bet
TALK!