Crave - Trashy lyrics

[Verse 1: Jesse James] Feels different when your hands in a mitten How does a mute man, handle the wisdom How does a blind man handle the vision Even good men make a few angry decisions Takes a mouth to apologize, but a man to forgive him Doesn't take much to put hands on a sniffin' Only a man understands what I'm spittin' Youth got me cooking up plans in the kitchen Suspect in the hands of a victim Once you've been nicked, your in the hands of the system Bang in a instant (Bang) Its like, I'm so hot keep them hands at a distance I'm trying to bang something different Can't fist fight, see you got a mac and your pitchin' Don you ain't a man, your a chicken Its like spit something gang and they'll listen Should of kept your hands on the drip, now damn fam your slippin' (slippin') A bit of sense, guess I found what they are missing Young man rippin' loud intowishin Tells Stevie I don't wonder I'm about inner vision Your favorite rapper I'm about what he isn't Cause he says he's got the brown for the kittens Said his dying kids would listen When I'm older I want to be proud of what I've given Whats the motto I'm just out here living [Verse 2: Crave] She don't want to f** She just want to kiss me Cause she know my kissing is intense like a gypsy The lip sync is getting intimate Always keep my kissing fully innocent Cash flow back row like a [?] Now my money rains in, Yea it pours in Craver, if you know me I'm Corbyn ...Money in yea we ballin' Sharp edges I know trigonometry Truth be told I'm known for my honesty Rap game saw me I hope every body in the room learns to acknowledge me Told the verse its my turn The beat shaking in the booth You heard a rumor from a source Don't mistake it for the truth I wish I could see the older me But I'm already grown, my work rate takes me over seas Your girl pretended not to notice me She don't know me but she knows of me Don't gas girls when my nose is clean Never get cold feet, unless he froze the beat Stunting like a virgin just to top it off But then she's like a different person when her top is off Heart gold, stone cold when I rock her socks Trying to build something good but she lost the plot [Verse 3: Jesse James] And I ain't heard a yute who rap thriller, Back to back they rap trap insane n******gs And ever track is a brain hitter Pen in my hand fam, slap on some J Dilla Them man need a bag full of grade more punches than Ca**ius Clay But them bait n******gs And so I stay iller Sicker than your babes with the aids in her Its like how do you feel when your asked about your feelings(?) And what do you mean when you're trying to find the meaning(?)