Lyrics Happy Hours - Mass The Difference

Yeah
Hai
Scary Hours, I swear all I see is cowards outchea
Lemme make it clear, you niggas like my acne
Rid of you niggas I swear you niggas can't face me
Stab it in my back, see I already know, see I'm never looking back I take it out and steady blow
And you 'gon look in astonishment how I'm building establishments
Its crazy when I see you never oozing with confidence no
What you got in oesophagus
You acting like you bitches, someone tell em what time it is
Spit it out
See you messing with the bosses
I never see them catching up, don't tell em where the sauce is
Its like extortion man don't tell em what the cost is
Yeah
Huh
Ssh
Scary Hours
Ssh
Yeah
I'm talking happy hours, for me
You know
Its crazy

Baby tell 'em we here, baby tell em we staying
Baby tell 'em they can't fuck with the man of the year
Baby tell 'em they playing
Ey baby tell em they uh
I feel so good when I got you by side I feel so precious with a diamond with a jewel by side
Mwari bless up, can't distress us nothing's new on our side

I got you, I feel so good when you condoning my pride
I feel so, I feel so good girl when you say that you proud

Happy Hours we vibing, this thing is ours
Never ever think of diving or gettting sour
You my sweetheart, when you not with me I got no powers
You my seedpod, better believe me you is my flower
I'm your king these moves that I'm making they make you prouder
Tell me what you like, coz what I like I'm right in front it
Tell me bout your issues, I'm tryna knock you down its never hard to miss you
You told me that you broken and then I promised to fix you
Tell me when you open and girl I promise to kiss you
Tell me when you showing and girl I promise to see you
Tell me when you callin and girl I promise to pick up
Well maybe most of it, but I'm never gon switch up
And when we make love girl I promise to paint a picture
Getting super high when its friday we'll drink some liquor
Its just the two of us, making everyone bitter
So many things I wanna do,now beg me pardon its so many things I wanna choose, tryna be about it
Never was getting so many views
I mean think about it, I was just kid with different cues and I been about it
Cassper showed me the light
My tunnel vision was blurry now I can see what I like
I mean I never asked to sign me, they think that I am
I'm not commercial bending bars I keep on feeding my fans
Happy Hours blowing up I'm never 'gon land
See it was written like Nas, heard from the back of the car
Man I was four months old when they was prepping the star
I was born with classics ninety six
It was a reasonable doubt this type of talent could be found
I'm 'finna hit the score I'm makaveli with the sound
See Mama was a genius in her belly was a god
Uncle Jeff was playing classics, he would hit me with a nod
And now its happy hours