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Hiatus

by Faze Optic

[Verse 1]:
Want me to be your batman, but you robbin' (robin) niggas
Yall call me 12, how Im popping niggas
Been in the lab with a lot of niggas
Yall rock with niggas that stalking niggas
My right foot on that throttle nigga
My left foot on that jump pad
But you still hitting that lotto nigga
Tell us, you ain't stacking no 7 figures
5-0, like im undefeated
You hate on most, cause you underneath em
Now you spreading that scarlet fever
Thats why Im ghosting niggas, no Ebenezer
Did everything, but I never please you
You know on God that Ill never need you
To my surprise, you dining fine but no one ever told you not to bite the hand that feeds you
Now the wrist regal
Tryna tell me my whip illegal
We're not alike, cause my bitch bad
And my shit slap, and your shit fecal
You smoke gas and I pump diesel
You smoke grass and my trunk lethal
Im getting flown, and yall getting stoned
And thats harry potter, bitch, no sequel
Roll a mazzi, you rolling reefers
Im pouring rain, you pour half a liter
Now they hit me up for a lot of features
I hit the road I said "Bye Felicia"
Bitches crossing, I called the preacher
Said "She a thotty, you oughta leave her"
Bet you ain't opened no Bible nigga
That's one night, I go viral nigga

[Hook]:
Im cold turkey, thats 5 fingers
Got more papers than vinyl nigga
Go 'Bron James, I got 3 rings
But Im still chasing them titles nigga
Started out with that juke jam
Salary on like 2 cams
Made Me looping, no Toucan
But will this one be the new champ
Im cold turkey, thats 5 fingers
Got more papers than vinyl nigga
Go 'Bron James, I got 3 rings
But Im still chasing them titles nigga
Started out with that juke jam
Salary on like 2 cams
Made Me looping, no Toucan
But will this one be the new champ
Yeah

[Verse 2]:
End of the night, I be throwing confetti
They call me young Fetty, They lids getting heavy
Dont make a mistake, I ain't catching no case
But Im cooking a Wesson, the .223 ready
Now you hit me back cause Im counting the cheddar
Your letters are shredded
Your messages too
Copped me a house in the hills out in Beverly
Switched my address so you couldn't get through
Counting my blessings, dont know where Im headed
It could be to heaven, it could be to hell
You know all of these deaths got a real nigga stressing
I can't even chill when Im watching the news
Niggas ain't pressing
Ain't even even eleven
But some niggas messing
Around for a second
Around with a weapon
He looked at the crescent
Was praying to God
Now hes singing the blues

Imma have like 10 mil
I ain't getting no brand deal
Yall popping pills but no advil
You ain't getting shit but your dads will
Fuck with me, thats a bold choice
Niggas leave me with no choice
Butterflies on like 4 toys
I got suicides on the rolls royce

A nigga took a hiatus
And now they call me the greatest
Tell me Im destined for greatness
Gon be on all of yall playlists
And now its Everyday
Stacking accolades
Brother getting paid
Gotta wait
'Nother one with 'k
Coming out the glades

You moving the packs
And hitting the wax
But sipping is wack
Im bringing it back, yeah
The yoppas is big
I roll with a mac
Im on the attack yeah
And a nigga od'd
Off the 543's
I done seen a G flat
Call that shit lowkey
Okay

I am not like you
You are not like me
Had to cut the checks out a nigga no Nike
I ain't do shit, a nigga really wanna fight me
Im rolling with the dogs, tell your niggas come bite me
You trifling

[Hook]:
Im cold turkey, thats 5 fingers
Got more papers than vinyl nigga
Go 'Bron James, I got 3 rings
But Im still chasing them titles nigga
Started out with that juke jam
Salary on like 2 cams
Made Me looping, no Toucan
But will this one be the new champ
Im cold turkey, thats 5 fingers
Got more papers than vinyl nigga
Go 'Bron James, I got 3 rings
But Im still chasing them titles nigga
Started out with that juke jam
Salary on like 2 cams
Made Me looping, no Toucan
But will this one be the new champ