Version - infO Gates

It’s safe to say your boy is bugging till he breathless

I’m puzzled how they ain’t second-guessing these press kits

I’m out the loop and I ain’t hip to what the trends is

I been depressed, desperate, reckless, yada yada

Now I’m checking my percentages, I said it, I meant it

I ain’t the type of dude to make a mess and dip like F it

I ain’t did it, I ain’t taking credit

I ain’t never took a piss and called it Manischewitz

You ain’t even gotta stick your pinky and tell me it’s dope

Got 'em writing polar name even smelling the smoke

On my mama, I’ma drop this, drop a knowledge on that noggin' (noggin')

Not gonna negotiate, it’s not an option, yo what’s up with Info

Why he always peeking out the window

He paranoid like he moving cane like we did Lorenzo

They wanna jump in my lane, just to move slowly

Shit they pull is too phony

Bitch I’m Bullet-Tooth Tony, look

Just let me vibe with the beat

I’m not one of your ordinary, you ain’t liver than me

They saying that I’m one of a kind and I would agree

You ain’t never ever see a better version of me, look

I keep a poker face on some Gaga shit

But should’ve been had a Billy with this blah blah shit

My people tell me Gates you know that you ill

So I get it crackin' no frackin' the fuck is a drill

It’s still scenes, they spilled beans

All I need is a lil green, nicotine, and 15 minutes

Kill Bill scene the dream, come in confident

Slobbering all on the mic so y’all should probably not commence

Rapping after me I’m not convinced they wanna see us

Copping compliments and popping up

From prog to providence and rocking shit

I ain’t never thought them dudes was optimist

Obnoxious bitches opposite’s of Gates

It’s awkwardness when I’m around 'em

I found 'em giving a fuck less

Lately I’m less lazy but still probably never gon' change

I’m so KC, the left of land and split your lips

So I’m secure enough to see Mariah drivin' in the whip

Bitch

Just let me vibe with the beat

I’m not one of your ordinary, you ain’t liver than me

They saying that I’m one of a kind and I would agree

You ain’t never ever see a better version of me, look (look)

You see your mind’s in the gutter

I’ma live in the moment

I’m getting straight to the butter

Getting straight to the bread

Getting straight to the cake

Best version of Stone

Best version of Gates

So save your breath will all the comparisons

Telling me who I remind you of

All that arrogant shit’s embarrassing

I got the key and I build with Samaritans

And if Keke don’t love me

I take her friend to the Sheraton, I ain’t tripping off it

Hop in the whipper-snapper

With the paint dripping off it

I’m raw dog, I never whip the wrapper off the rubber

Muscle chest, Himmi Hyme

Combined bread and butter

Nap time no bed and cover

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