T Clipse - METAVERSE Lyrics

Yo, I'm Like, I'm a happy person by nature bro forreal
So what you think I'm mad for nothin?
Uh, This win don't mean a lot took a thousand losses to get it
The piff up in my genes like a pound of za in my denims
I ain't with the gossip the shit they talking is retched
You up top, but I seen a tree turn to moss in a second (ina second)
Taking offers with the cash but I ain't bargaining leverage (nah)
Niggas in the mix but they runnin' off on a session
You think you know it all but you ain't a prophet you stretchin'
Bacon at the door had my moms and pops and 'nem stressin (forreal)
Stop rapping bout shit you did on the Metaverse (Stop it)
'Cause when it all comes back around boy I Bet it hurt
I can't leave the crib unless I pray and take my blessings first
I can't be a stat before I leave I take my weapon first
And I'm moving like no weapons formed
Against me shall prosper, just me myself and my metronome
The only blue lives that matter are my Crip niggas
I don't eat swine but I'll fry a pig thats a big difference (that's a big difference)
Stop rapping bout shit you did on the PSN
If I get online we'll go to war and you wont see the end
I can't mix the pleasure and the business and the reason is
Niggas turn to bitches within seconds when they see a cent
Ima lend my arm but niggas reaching once they see it bent
Once I gave it up that shit was gone I don't believe in lent (I don't)
Sequences of sleepin' no breathing when the demons hit
Seldom putting lyrics up on Genius they don't read for shit uh (they don't)
Yeah, seldom putting lyrics up on genius they don't read for shit
One take, yo
I'm walking in the dark (in the dark)
Niggas say its static but i never seen a spark (never)
Moving balanced on the block (yeah)
I don't do too much I play my part
Don't do too much I play my part (forreal)
Yeah, Clipse

Yo, I'm Like, I'm a happy person by nature bro forreal
So what you think I'm mad for nothin?
Uh, This win don't mean a lot took a thousand losses to get it
The piff up in my genes like a pound of za in my denims
I ain't with the gossip the shit they talking is retched
You up top, but I seen a tree turn to moss in a second (ina second)
Taking offers with the cash but I ain't bargaining leverage (nah)
Niggas in the mix but they runnin' off on a session
You think you know it all but you ain't a prophet you stretchin'
Bacon at the door had my moms and pops and 'nem stressin (forreal)
Stop rapping bout shit you did on the Metaverse (Stop it)
'Cause when it all comes back around boy I Bet it hurt
I can't leave the crib unless I pray and take my blessings first
I can't be a stat before I leave I take my weapon first
And I'm moving like no weapons formed
Against me shall prosper, just me myself and my metronome
The only blue lives that matter are my Crip niggas
I don't eat swine but I'll fry a pig thats a big difference (that's a big difference)
Stop rapping bout shit you did on the PSN
If I get online we'll go to war and you wont see the end
I can't mix the pleasure and the business and the reason is
Niggas turn to bitches within seconds when they see a cent
Ima lend my arm but niggas reaching once they see it bent
Once I gave it up that shit was gone I don't believe in lent (I don't)
Sequences of sleepin' no breathing when the demons hit
Seldom putting lyrics up on Genius they don't read for shit uh (they don't)
Yeah, seldom putting lyrics up on genius they don't read for shit
One take, yo
I'm walking in the dark (in the dark)
Niggas say its static but i never seen a spark (never)
Moving balanced on the block (yeah)
I don't do too much I play my part
Don't do too much I play my part (forreal)
Yeah, Clipse