"Best Interest" lyrics
By Storm & Injury Reserve Lyrics
(feat. billy woods)
[RiTchie:]
They like, "Nigga, where you been? Damn, nigga, how's it sit?"
Maybe I'm not hearing your shit, I just wanna find my seat
I said it's in your best interest if you just lay low
And no reason to get tangled
And it's just some things you must stay ten toes
Some things you must stay ten—
It's in your best interest if you just say no
Trust me, man, it's that simple
Man, you know it's some things that you must stand for
It's some things that you—
It's in your, it's in your best interest if you ride all tinted
We don't need no more eyeballs, nigga
And that's especially if you go five with it
Especially if you go fi—
It's in my, it's in my best interest if I'm by my niggas
See, me, I'ma mind my business
Unless you add another zero, them is not my digits
Them is not my digits
It's in your best interest if you go white tee
Break a lil' sweat, early morning tai-chi
Keep everything in front so you just might see
Check my intake 'cause I know my genes
It's in my best interest if it's all on me
Least I can count on my own two feet
Man, it's not my first time around this old IP
Around this old IP
It's in your best interest if you keep shit close
They be on some weirdo shit
What, you want a front-row seat?
They like, "Nigga, where you been?"
They like, "How it sit?
Nigga, how it look like, what?
I try to tell them, "Don't go wasting your oxygen"
And if you go tint, bro, go five-percent
I mean, half of these niggas just gon' to politic
Don't need no more eyes in your pockets, man
You don't need a jubilee on all them watches, man
I mean, this came with it, shit, to my defense
And the links with the bezel, they just compliment
So can you blame a nigga? I mean, not one bit
You'd think half of this shit just be common sense
Not every little step, gotta document
I mean, it's like these niggas wanna be a walking lick
I mean, it's like these niggas wanna be a—
I tried to tell them that it's all a feeling
Would you trust that nigga as your co-defendant?
I know some of these questions, they feel, oh, specific
Wait, hold up, nigga, did you five-percent it?
We don't need no more eyeballs
See, look, you can't see nothing in my car
If I'm being too discreet, bro, that's my fault
And will take a few pupils
Let me put on you on game, this is crucial
Man, you don't got everything on that Google
Don't get it lost in the sauce, kid
It's in your best interest if you lock in
If they on some weird shit, better clock it
We don't need no more eyeballs
See, look, you can't see nothing in my car
They want a front-row seat, we like, "Oh, no"
They be on some weirdo shit
They like, "Nigga, how it sit?"
What it look like, what?
[billy woods:]
Who wants to know?
Trust roughly as far as I can throw
Living in the dustbowl
Once trust the roll
Many such, blow dust off a tome
Rust creep up the throne
I came up off a pager and a payphone
I suppose, I suppose it's fool's gold
I suppose she ain't wanna let go 'til the moon rose
Is it warm or is it cold?
Is it room on the boat for us both?
Is it fire or is it just smoke?
Will I know when it's the end of the road?
Will I know it when it's the end of the rope?
I sit alone, alone with her ghost
Just a charcoal pencil and instrumental
Barcode everything they sent you
God knows
Charcoal pencil, sketch the bones
Whoever sent you, tell them I said, "Who wants to know?"
They like, "Nigga, where you been? Damn, nigga, how's it sit?"
Maybe I'm not hearing your shit, I just wanna find my seat
I said it's in your best interest if you just lay low
And no reason to get tangled
And it's just some things you must stay ten toes
Some things you must stay ten—
It's in your best interest if you just say no
Trust me, man, it's that simple
Man, you know it's some things that you must stand for
It's some things that you—
It's in your, it's in your best interest if you ride all tinted
We don't need no more eyeballs, nigga
And that's especially if you go five with it
Especially if you go fi—
It's in my, it's in my best interest if I'm by my niggas
See, me, I'ma mind my business
Unless you add another zero, them is not my digits
Them is not my digits
It's in your best interest if you go white tee
Break a lil' sweat, early morning tai-chi
Keep everything in front so you just might see
Check my intake 'cause I know my genes
It's in my best interest if it's all on me
Least I can count on my own two feet
Man, it's not my first time around this old IP
Around this old IP
It's in your best interest if you keep shit close
They be on some weirdo shit
What, you want a front-row seat?
They like, "Nigga, where you been?"
They like, "How it sit?
Nigga, how it look like, what?
I try to tell them, "Don't go wasting your oxygen"
And if you go tint, bro, go five-percent
I mean, half of these niggas just gon' to politic
Don't need no more eyes in your pockets, man
You don't need a jubilee on all them watches, man
I mean, this came with it, shit, to my defense
And the links with the bezel, they just compliment
So can you blame a nigga? I mean, not one bit
You'd think half of this shit just be common sense
Not every little step, gotta document
I mean, it's like these niggas wanna be a walking lick
I mean, it's like these niggas wanna be a—
I tried to tell them that it's all a feeling
Would you trust that nigga as your co-defendant?
I know some of these questions, they feel, oh, specific
Wait, hold up, nigga, did you five-percent it?
We don't need no more eyeballs
See, look, you can't see nothing in my car
If I'm being too discreet, bro, that's my fault
And will take a few pupils
Let me put on you on game, this is crucial
Man, you don't got everything on that Google
Don't get it lost in the sauce, kid
It's in your best interest if you lock in
If they on some weird shit, better clock it
We don't need no more eyeballs
See, look, you can't see nothing in my car
They want a front-row seat, we like, "Oh, no"
They be on some weirdo shit
They like, "Nigga, how it sit?"
What it look like, what?
[billy woods:]
Who wants to know?
Trust roughly as far as I can throw
Living in the dustbowl
Once trust the roll
Many such, blow dust off a tome
Rust creep up the throne
I came up off a pager and a payphone
I suppose, I suppose it's fool's gold
I suppose she ain't wanna let go 'til the moon rose
Is it warm or is it cold?
Is it room on the boat for us both?
Is it fire or is it just smoke?
Will I know when it's the end of the road?
Will I know it when it's the end of the rope?
I sit alone, alone with her ghost
Just a charcoal pencil and instrumental
Barcode everything they sent you
God knows
Charcoal pencil, sketch the bones
Whoever sent you, tell them I said, "Who wants to know?"
