In the Squeeze

Joel Laskey

I don′t know whats been going on with you, Rue, and Jules, and shit
But you should know... I really do care about her
Naw bruh that's like my familyAll I′m saying is leave her and her friends alone
We not gone be having this conversation
Listen bruh
All I'm saying is you keep fucking with Rue and her friends and
Imma kill you

It's been awhile but I′m still me
Lil′ boy play games tryna diss me
With that weak ass shit you can miss me
Even if you had the world everybody gonna think what that bitch need
And what that bitch know
I've been sticken to my shit, I wrote the New Code
Shots of the Nuvo, dreaming of a new hoe
Waking every morning to a new low, always find a new low
Always on the move though, I don′t see you
Boy you just a puto, never be you
All about the loot tho, She finna leave you
Claims you can't refute those, We finna see you
How you use a Glock as prop, motherfucker ain′t shot
Talk a lot one punch watch a brother get dropped in the lot
Whole crew in shock homeboy got rocked nonstop, nonstop
Pull up to the crib, I'll show you just how I live
Intuition calls the shots, my fists they handle biz
I remember back in school with numbers I was a wiz
Had my mind on something else while fucking up all my quiz
I had a dream for something else quit telling me what it is
Conversations turn to coke with numbers I′m still a wiz
If I didn't stand for something well brother I'd be remissed
Cause if another rapper dies another just gotta live
Breathing in the gas, I′m feeling just like a villain
Man you boys a joke I′m fucking the opposition
Fuck ya mama in the car she play me give me a listen
Numbers wise I multiplied so tell me what's the division
Wanna talk about a legend so tell me what am I missing
All up in your feelings so homie you get to dissin
You ain′t ever bout the work you stay up upon the wishin
I been seeing all the pictures like homie what are you sniffing?

I wake up hit a quick lick
Spot a new post from the mans gotta click it
Now he has a bitch fit tryna pull a quick trick
Mans online throwing chirps gotta out him like a cricket
Eyes up on the prize let me put the beef aside
Talkin man to man let me give you some advice
If I catch you talking sweet homie that'd be suicide

Little man, quicksand, cause you bitch made
Aw man rayban, that′s some tight shade
I'm Candyman, yousa scam yousa king of spades
Only spade that I′m using is to dig graves
Got an only fans you ain't trapping like the Narcos
Cutting up your wrists, got it looking like some bar codes
Don't believe in flowers, got it covered like a tar rode
Standing up in court that′s the only day a star rose
Push it to the limits you ain′t knowing that the bar folds
Dumb bitch, fake man, talking from the heart tho
Changing up location you ain't really getting far tho
Attention is what you cravin so that′s why you gotta borrow
Imma snatch your chain Imma rob it like it's Margo
Cappin out ya ass and you ain′t talking Leonardo
A couple things change and now I'm feeling like I′m Harlow
The money ain't change but I'm thinking that′s tomorrow
2021 a bad year I′ll see yah
2022 a good gal Aliyah
2023 I won't want to be yah
2024 a house in Ibiza
Beat ya like Trunks did to Frieza
Amnesia when I went to see ya
New sauce like slice of the pizza
New girl a bad thing a diva
Think it can′t get worse, let me hit this terse
For the last two years I done hit this curse
When the heart don't heal and the pain gets worse
Now I just don′t feel I can't see no nurse
Now I′m at my worst, tryna do my best
Every day I work, get it off my chest
I don't hate that bitch but I know she stressed
Cause her pain don't heal cause she know I′m next
Next next next to the best
Spot a new one, man I′m loving her dress
Dressed for the best and best is the breast
Double D me, watch that bitch get undressed
Less less less than a mess
She only wants me but it's time to confess
I know she ain′t special she just dress to impress
Yesterday she was tomorrow, now tomorrow she depressed

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