Songtexte Guiness - Stray Anthony

I was lowkey at the crib, niggas doubted
But they panic now
Just upon the couch, I made a plan
And now it panning out
Talk up in the city
About who quiet and who standing out
I ain't with the gimmicks
I just spit it
What ya man's about

Many plenty stories
Think they started at my Granny house
She would read the bible
Project babies with they cannon out
Nigga, this ain't Maury on yo TV
Need an antidote
Radicals, with calicos was plated in my cantaloupe

Let's elope, should elude
Youngest niggas lacking school
They ain't even graduate
No trade, but they packing tools
Nigga, we just poor
We ain't too equip with gratitude
Vicious mood
We ain't got no money, this the attitude
Grab a bag, been as low as gravel tracks
Travel back, always had a fascits type of habit
Republican or democrat
Fucking up the thermostat, flipping that
How you think a nigga turn to acrobat

Similac and then to crack
From boy into a man with
All about the digits stack
Indigenous, but penmanship
Is sure to bring me benefits
I'm telling you it's imminent
Like Shady bitch, I'm infinite
Too intricate
The syndicate, got greatness in its reminiscence
All from writing sentences
Won't catch me at no dealership
I'm cashing out for businesses

Like Benedict
I been a dick
I been the shit
My sister and my bro could tell you
They was here, they fucking witnessed it
Really worth at least a couple pages up in Guinness
Tryna reach at least a half a billie fore I'm finished with
Distinguishing my kingmanship
Ain't no fucking catching me
Stray until the death of me
The only fucking recipe, nigga
Yeah