Lyrics Duppy - Sneed

Pick up the pieces, they back together
I can′t believe it
Middle of summer, but its feeling like a Sag. season
Stay on my defense, never know the closest to you creepin
I cut the fake like a poison, cuz I don't really need it
Watch out for people and all of they tendencies
I elevate, I move away from negativity
The last time I been home, shit, it been over weeks
I′m trapped inside my thoughts, my dreams wild when I go to sleep
I'm on now, got em looking for the off switch
I'm on go, like part of Golden State′s offense
I told em miss me that nonsense
Cuz it′s real shit a young nigga accomplish
I move like mobsters, eat good like shrimp and lobster
I work for it and grind for all my options
They lock doors, I open em like a locksmith
Now RIP to Bankroll and let me go and pop shit
I quit to smokin, I just double cup all my emotions
Or swmmin oceans flood warnings, I don't even notice
I′m doing tricks with my shorty just like it's hocus pocus
I′m never slippin, 20-20, keep each other focused
My baby a flower, shit just might call her lotus
But when you down, they ain't around, I guess that′s just the motion
But fuck it
I know somebody that love it
While these niggas go to parties, I'm increasing my budget
I'm looking down on these niggas cuz I feel I′m above it
I′m tryna get my last name ranked up with the Buffetts
For real
The ones you call fake to me that's silent hate
They envy where you at, cuz you ain′t wanna wait
They feel you obligated when that statement been negated
I'm rushin through my time because I ain′t never had patience
No kitchen no stu and they wonder what I'm making
I make a banger, drop a snippet, have them people waiting
I want the money, I don′t give a fuck bout being famous
I make my face worth millions like a Picasso painting
I feel better than ever, this shit was worth the waiting
I stimulate my mind, gettin head, that's education
I been through hard days, I been through hard weeks
Long nights, shit on my mind, I can't even sleep
I broke bread with niggas who wouldn′t even give a piece
So when I see em on the streets, to me they all deceased
They dead to me
None of em bled for me
Stick to yourself
And they won′t understand fully
Go get the money
Buy the land
Stamp to me
Niggas bitches
But they really actin like they real bullies
For real
But I'm just playin my part
I try my best to keep it real and just speak from the heart
I give emotions through these songs, that′s the truth through art
It ain't no key to get me started, just a flame like a spark
Nigga