"Don't Blink" lyrics

Shoutout Finesse, only overdress for success
Never need to do it to impress
It comes natural, motherfucker, never break a sweat
Unless I be 'cross the country doin' bunch of sets
Fast bucks, bitch, I'm gettin' this cash nuts
Gassed up, like a cylinder backed up
Class cuts, opportunity passed up
That's some bad luck, like if you droppin' a glass cup
Candy painted, chevy Nova with hydraulics (Candy Painted)
Innovative, underrated, it's ironic
Never waitin', always makin' it my knowledge
To get profit, I'm always fillin' up my pockets
Try to shoot a bullet at me, it gets ricocheted back at you
I just call it second hand smoke
Never choke under pressure, better grab ropes
And latch close, if you don't wanna catch pokes
Stage one in effect, no defects on the set
I'm a vet of this bullshit, get some respect
Check the index, inject insects and grab the Windex
I spray simplex on you motherfuckers who inept
Me and beast rolling 'round Manila, Philippines
Vanilla bean scent spent fifty on machines
Tourmaline crystals, put it in pistols
And let it pop, motherfucker, you get dropped
Can't teach you my curriculum, nope, not even the minimum
That you'd require and desire to be like me
I'd rather walk a hundred miles on glass shards
And crash all of my fast cars than to be remotely like you
Get a clue, sense the tears, grab the canoe
What it do, you trippin' while I'm sittin' out of view
Here, let me tell you somethin', I don't fuck with you
And if I ever said I did I was probably lyin' to you, motherfucker