Kwesta - Sway In The Morning Freestyle (0 to 100) lyrics

They gon' hate who I'm becoming I just pulled out of the dealership like F the budget Problem is n***as tell girls to put the bottles on em' My girls solve the whole case, get to the bottom of it It's cash these checks or cash these chicks Before you get in trouble, boy respect [?] Keep your gents in check, I'll keep my gents in checks But understand you're f**ing with a ten year vet, eish My drive got a new car smell still I feel alive 'cause these new bars fresh ill And yeah I'm thriving and I've been on the grind Ever since ya'll was high off that who got next pill But I ain't give two F's, I'm having threesomes Well I build you punks make out how the fees must Deep much? Uh-uh just clean stuff Mayibabo, I kept it uhuru and started seeing bucks I came in this thing with a big dream She gave birth and the kid hit the big screen I see them [?] squad goes like sh** is real But in time they'll know signing yourself was the bigger deal But, maybe I need to slow down for 'em Before they tell you I'm jealous and got it out for 'em I ain't got files on 'em, I just got nine on 'em So while they out shopping, I'ma style on 'em Yeah, and hope they love me like my brother does Look I'm a safe bet I do what the rubber does F a promoter 'cause [?] [?] Sophie [?] Eish, [?] A boy lived life on the beat, no double cup Nine years on, you probably think I've done enough But I'm a high pilot, I'm on the up and up My new ish got your honey touched But don't _ with the bars 'cause you might get f'd and touched Not by the Midas but maybe the show will start I mean the game is a sum of b**hes, minus one That's the truth now the [?] minus us I see the j**els and the difference is? Minus ours Time flies boy, mind your hours Look we some wild boys rounding hours I send the beat, I just k** in it, kung-fu It might hard to believe [?] And when your debut came out look I was proud of you How could I hate you? I love you, I was you But trust you me I run through your whole squad And dust you clean And f** you mean I ain't got sharp tools That can cut through spleens? b**h I'm Bruce Lee, the one, I'm the best I'm the one, two, three yeah Don't even talk about the four, five That sh** will have your b**h in sixes and sevens the whole night Look what I ate, the whole nine And I rate, ten out of ten yo the whole time And hell yeah [?] rap nice And trouble got the birds in the bag right? And her ex chilling in the damn c*nt I had to k** y'all just give rap life