Settle The Score

Yeah! What's happening? Yeah Yeah, check Let me settle the score I keep hearing 'bout niggas still chat about numbers They ain't got no racks, ain't real like that But we hear them say one hundred So much lice on their head Their head might scratch when I hear their lies (yeah) They bugging, no pesticide, they tripping, that lace untied And she don't want misguided So I'm a direct nigga, no stops when flying (sing) Grounded still, I'm a humble giant Climb this hill with my will, no trying (yeah) Yeah, and I'll eat that pill if they call me defiant 'Cause I've been trapped in the system, I see it's a prison And my niggas ain't staying imprisoned Me and bro like Michael and Lincoln Two man on these babes, we linking, drinking Look at the time, I'm sinking (sinking) I was drowning in puss so much, I lost push on my grind What the hell was I thinking? Yeah, now I'm locked in, still ain't blinking (yeah) They want a blueprint how we get pinks in Kept the fire lit on our Winston (yeah) Ain't a job search, how we linked in (uh) With all the hustlers knowing what struggle is Harder we go, the more heavy we printing On that paper, I wager (get stacks) I'ma quadruple that much later My bread low, then I turn to a baker I won't love hoes when I won't ever save her (bop, bop, bop) Yeah Look here, mate, you can't have the upperhand Both for too long. She'll be fine He could do a lot better if you ask me I mean, she goes through blokes like I go through a pack of twenties Yeah, let me settle the score (let me settle the score) I stepped outside ready for war Three hundred niggas like Spartans, not Harlem But dressed in all black like we buried a corpse And I've got their six, and they got my six, of course Drive to the top, never staying off course Stay in the drift, never drawn from the sh- (shhh) So let me settle the score (what) I keep hearing 'bout niggas still chat about numbers (yeah) They ain't got no racks, ain't real like that But we hear them say one hundred (bop) So much lice on their head My head might scratch when I hear their lies (gah sake) They bugging, no pesticide, they tripping, that lace untied (grrr) I move up around and get in back of him and flush him to it When I flush that son of a bitch, you nail him I got a score to settle We both got scores to settle