Lyrics SiFT - $afra

I don't like to think too much, I'm out of my mind
Pardon all my manners, but don't pardon my grind
Ask me how I'm doing, Bitch I'm alright, I'm fine
According to the numbers I'll be up in some time

Notice how they watching me on loop like a vine
Circling 'round all these niggas, they can't keep up with I
Bitch my vision is wide
Mission up to the sky
They saying that I'm too fye
Got em wondering why

They say the mumble rap is wack, bring the hip hop back
But niggas hips on slack, tell em all get back
Bitch I'm all intact
You can't fuck with that
Now tell em all run down 'fore I buss that tech

They say they fucking sick and tired of these soundcloud fuck boys
Screaming in your songs but you don't make no noise
Why these old heads trynna talk on us for
I know you see the charts, shit change, so what boy, come on

And don't compare me to no other, other, other niggas
My shit's bigger, I can rap around all you niggas
Don't need triggers, matter fact, don't even need figures
My words hit ya, have you looking round like who that nigga

Do a whole lot more than that mumble mumbo jumbo
Ride around yo town blocking shots like Mutumbo
I want all smoke, but these jits, they don't want war
Check my info, got em running, like some little hoes

Think I'm the link that's missing
You gone catch me simply sifting through the competition
Do this shit for the ones that ain't got no pot piss in
And for the ones that wake up everyday and wish they didn't
Let's start a new beginning