"Entendre" lyrics
Fuel's got that heat
I used to wanna off myself, but now I'm better off living
I hope the jits who felt like me could see I'm proof and stay driven
I ain't with the fame shit, but this shit came with the mission
Them boy's tweeting gang shit, they went to Cardinal Gibbons
Matzah ball my penicillin, never sick of the chicken
I'm struggling with superstition, shit against my religion
Until I get a sign from God, I'll be back to tradition
Ain't no more RIP's, Shiva's only time that I'm sitting
Sheisty funeral, my dawg caught a dove, wing ridden
And if I lose another brother, I'll be playing with chicken
So much Cubans like Havana, feel like Hurricane Wisdom
And they don't understand the shit that I be saying or spitting
A couple quintuple entendres might go over they head
Five shots in my beret, you better off playing dead
Labeled chicken, I recouped, them boys still in the red
I be sleeping with the chop, ain't putting no beef to bed
I'm peeping shit from all angles, I blew up with no label
Come to Florida, grab an orange, don't get shot above navel
Bible on the dash, he serving 'caine until he ain't able
Ray up on the Glock and we gon' let 'em cook like I'm Rachael
I pull up in a demon, mama still think I'm an angel
It's up and stuck, no bubble gum, you do shit under the table
I'm 'bout my green, 'bout my basil
I hang with shooters, spray shit up, bitch, no nasal
I swear there's so much shit I wanna tell you
It got me talking in my sleep
I love that I saw you in my dreams last night, but then wake up and I weep
Wake up and I weep
I lost my brother and I never got to say goodbye
Say goodbye
But I saw you in my dreams last night
Saw you in my dreams
I pray I see you in my next dream
See you in my next dream
Don't get poisoned by the lead
I'm beating up the rubber, you can smell it in my dreads
She give me Goyslop, but she ain't tribe, I only want the head
I'm in the belly of the beast, but I'm holding on her legs
Slime with it, huh, I don't talk to feds
Hundred round drums, I'll leave a cracker dead
I'm getting contact high, glass house, bitch, you're nerdy
.40 in my pants, better treat me like I'm worthy
I'm peeping shit from all angles, I blew up with no label
Come to Florida, grab an orange, don't get shot above navel
Bible on the dash, he serving 'caine until he ain't able
Ray up on the Glock and we gon' let 'em cook like I'm Rachael
I pull up in a demon, mama still think I'm an angel
It's up and stuck, no bubble gum, you do shit under the table
I'm 'bout my green, 'bout my basil
I hang with shooters, spray shit up, bitch, no nasal
I used to wanna off myself, but now I'm better off living
I hope the jits who felt like me could see I'm proof and stay driven
I ain't with the fame shit, but this shit came with the mission
Them boy's tweeting gang shit, they went to Cardinal Gibbons
Matzah ball my penicillin, never sick of the chicken
I'm struggling with superstition, shit against my religion
Until I get a sign from God, I'll be back to tradition
Ain't no more RIP's, Shiva's only time that I'm sitting
Sheisty funeral, my dawg caught a dove, wing ridden
And if I lose another brother, I'll be playing with chicken
So much Cubans like Havana, feel like Hurricane Wisdom
And they don't understand the shit that I be saying or spitting
A couple quintuple entendres might go over they head
Five shots in my beret, you better off playing dead
Labeled chicken, I recouped, them boys still in the red
I be sleeping with the chop, ain't putting no beef to bed
I'm peeping shit from all angles, I blew up with no label
Come to Florida, grab an orange, don't get shot above navel
Bible on the dash, he serving 'caine until he ain't able
Ray up on the Glock and we gon' let 'em cook like I'm Rachael
I pull up in a demon, mama still think I'm an angel
It's up and stuck, no bubble gum, you do shit under the table
I'm 'bout my green, 'bout my basil
I hang with shooters, spray shit up, bitch, no nasal
I swear there's so much shit I wanna tell you
It got me talking in my sleep
I love that I saw you in my dreams last night, but then wake up and I weep
Wake up and I weep
I lost my brother and I never got to say goodbye
Say goodbye
But I saw you in my dreams last night
Saw you in my dreams
I pray I see you in my next dream
See you in my next dream
Don't get poisoned by the lead
I'm beating up the rubber, you can smell it in my dreads
She give me Goyslop, but she ain't tribe, I only want the head
I'm in the belly of the beast, but I'm holding on her legs
Slime with it, huh, I don't talk to feds
Hundred round drums, I'll leave a cracker dead
I'm getting contact high, glass house, bitch, you're nerdy
.40 in my pants, better treat me like I'm worthy
I'm peeping shit from all angles, I blew up with no label
Come to Florida, grab an orange, don't get shot above navel
Bible on the dash, he serving 'caine until he ain't able
Ray up on the Glock and we gon' let 'em cook like I'm Rachael
I pull up in a demon, mama still think I'm an angel
It's up and stuck, no bubble gum, you do shit under the table
I'm 'bout my green, 'bout my basil
I hang with shooters, spray shit up, bitch, no nasal
