Ja Labissiere - TEC-9 Lyrics

Million dollars for my soul, that's a dumb jugg
I ain't worried bout a mil 'less its home cooked
I'm a chef on the beats, what you want made
Got to put your money up, that's a fund raise
When I bring money up rappers won't pay
Funny how they always low but they want bass
Told my girl what I want, only one thing
I don't want a dumb face, give me dumb face
I been shooting at the stars cause I wanted more
Gun got a kick back like it's comfortable
When I missed my shot, I was gon fold
But I ain't washed yet, I got another load
Too nice so a nigga got tight
Now I murder every beat like a nigga not nice
Could've graduated college but a nigga dropped out
Now my peers talk down like they at the top spot
Took a L, oh well, ima fail again
If you can't take a L, you can't get a win
Found a girl that stays down, she's an angel
Hoes would cross you, watch your ankles
And these niggas know better but they do worse
They'll kill they own blood for some new merch
Loyalty over all, that's the old wave
No devil on my shoulder, that's a cold place
Dreams are goals, still young, go for it
Make bread like panamera, no Porsche
My shorty got a body, I don't mean no corpse
I mean she appeals, if you will, no court
Special like a dish on the menu
She the best restaurant I been to
Cut eating out cause it's too expensive
But I still go down like I'm scuba fishing
Ugh, I'm nasty
Probably why we worked out like athletes
Speaking of which, I got bad feet
Can't stand anybody if you ask me
Example: mom need a favor
Want me to watch kids a little later
To be honest, they getting on my last nerves
All this damn babysitting make my ass hurt
And my girl, she's a story for another day
Let's not even try and turn another page
I don't even got the breath for that lecture
You got to read all about her cause she extra
Miss days I worried bout shoes
Had so much fun, I didn't worry bout food
Then I noticed girls worry bout dudes
20 years later, still scrawny, I'm screwed
Real shit, I got an angel in my life
Here to pick me up if I'm down at the time
Even there when she knows she don't have to be
Hold me down so her nickname's gravity
Like wine, I get better with time
And I don't chase bread, I'm not a regular guy
Had to cut back on some negative vibes
Focus on myself, now I'm better inside
I don't got everything but I got my dawgs
Even got a wife and she got my all
Look I'm still broke and it's still no Grammy
Got a whole lot of problems but way more family

I proven to cause confusion when drooling the words I'm using
I'm spitting, if your attention is distant, then you have ended
Any chance you have to understand so pause the shit
Like a bougie ass bitch, I'm hard to get
My dame is mad down, I bet you your bitch doggin
My weed is mad loud, your weed be lip talking
It's all in the technique, I never protect lines
The beat could be techno, go off like a TEC-9