DOMESTIC VIOLENCE lyrics

[Intro]
Hol' up
We are live, and I got booted in the booth
Hol' up
Snotty Nose Dilla
Hol' up

[Chorus]
Hol' up, a young n*gga wildin'
It's hard to keep us silent
The mic is my wife, and I f*ck it up, domestic violence
I got it to a science, ho been lyin'

[Verse 1]
The necklace like "Hey Johnny" 'cause that b*tch still shining
I don't trust these n*ggas, can't find silver linings
Seems like my house is done became solitary confinement
Drug addiction, disappointment, and success, I combined it
Accept the [?], made a mistake b*tch don't remind me
I'm in the mirror pool, eleven cool graze match your ratchet
Your feet ain't getting through, somehow I still respond to the static
Too busy for who, somehow I still don't get distracted
My schedule packed in to the point that I could throw you a platform
I'm getting game from OGs who crease they di*kies and khakis
It's got bad to the point I make 'em laugh you feel all the blackness
You could fill the hole in my heart from the pain I seen back then
Jump out in traffic, jump in the bottoms and scream "what's bracking?"
Eating beats for breakfast, when it come to rappers I crunch captains
That pus*y water so I'm swimming in, this pattern is significant
She always wanna bring a friend, it's something that we did again
Her man had the juice like minute maid, but he's a minute man
Shaped like Demi Moore, treat her like a demigod so the lights get dim
My n*ggas is bold, they keepin' they straps, and none of 'em got they license in
They quickly blow you sleeps, sippin' the cold I check the celsius
I had a plan long before a n*gga had a brick
My baby blue like Laker jersey from Minneapolis
I heard your rap sh*t ain't up to par, it ain't adequate
I take designer and vintage and then mismatch the sh*t
Huh, and these is facts
It's never where you from lil' n*gga it's where you at
Huh, what it's 'bout
It's not when it happened, it's how was you spinnin' out
[Chorus]
Hol' up, a young n*gga wildin'
It's hard to keep us silent
The mic is my wife, and I f*ck it up, domestic violence
I got it to a science, hoe been lyin'

[Verse 2]
Listen, ok a stripper and a ho walk inside a studio
Don't wanna rap, don't love these hoes, what the f*ck are you in it for
If you ain't tryna f*ck or get it poppin', they why?
This b*tch reply to me and said "I'm enjoying the vibe"
She said "the best time to post is 'round 2 pm"
So 'round 2:15 she got a two pieced in
On a threeway with two n*ggas she knew back then
And got tattoos like me, etch-a-sketched in their skin
But nevermind that
I can't trust these dimes because they dime tap
You talkin' 'bout my smoke and my lean, you like where the lines
You know why they call me snotty nose, I used to provide that
f*ckin' pretty customer fiends, I sell it they buy sack
I coulda stuck a bundle in your kitty, yo' vagin-snatch
Tell the truth too much, I Instagram like this is my app
Lotta n*ggas love to say "There is no cap in my rap"
[?] you could just google it, n*gga find facts
You worry too much about this my n*gga, this ain't that
Facts, blatt
[Chorus]
Hol' up, a young n*gga wildin'
It's hard to keep us silent
The mic is my wife, and I f*ck it up, domestic violence
I got it to a science, hoe been lyin'