 Navi boy friend of Villa, only a tour of this villa When I'm at tune I deliver, this a hard proof of the creatures It's looking for tummy, so gotta get ugly with em Sell the hospitality at the window, each a rib peeking out the window That's my M-O-O-D-Y, ain't he mean? It's in the teen, it's a more fuckin' place to go Never been a tight knuckle, rock the boat, it's still on me Smarshall, twisted door, fendal, but sometimes it's special Still a child to work, credit card like 50 counterpins to Villa Credit card and rig a terrorist burn a church Then the label him and stuff, this will Go my dude, the most surprised myself, the bones, they ain't blew the joint Fielding off and sell, so I have no choice but to make it But when it's done, don't you like the taste? That shit that make you squawk, you need to up your weight It's look-a-look-a-look, no biscuit, not the way Tryna stay true to stuff, but I can quit Feel like she don't want to dig, nothing that's from her nicks, she just won't dig Tryna stay true to stuff, but I can quit I let the homies know I turned down the beat, taught me better, but I ain't shit I don't think I made a dollar this shit, it's the Robin Potter loving this shit Monetary goals, I believe when they can cushion all the lows Cookin' night with suckin' as the mighty cold This is for the low and nights I was broke Rollin' up my walls, I'm thinnin' them arms, yeah Another one down, I'm feelin' emotion Doin' my words, yeah, feedin' the birds Upon my bird dance, butterflies lost their scent I'm bling-eyed up for this shit, and feelings of incompetence I get my own league competition, I get my work slash best Chris King I hope she didn't know this, me trippin', decent tear sign this is trippin' Bless you with the blessings I'm givin' Butterflies lost their scent I'm lit-eyed up for this shit, this shit Butterflies lost their scent I'm lit-eyed up for this shit, this shit Not really Stop being a bitch