caleb carnell - skinny lyrics
(verse 1)
padded up that heavy weight around my neck
shout out evann tell they label cut the check
callin’ up my crew if i got i gotta deal closing
tell them lock that sh+t behind em’ i don’t leave a door open
i’m off the juice while them n+ggas be off a mikes hard
they sounding tasteless this the type a sh+t they bite off
most known as the alien boy that synth the night off
no need for invasion when the 808 a write off
most n+ggas salty cause they home run took a lifetime
i showed up late and hit it out the park at one+nine
(hook)
yeah i hit some potholes in the road, but that’s all under me
yeah it’s connoisseur, watching over like it’s custody
could’ve had them over, but i rather have no company
yeah i got some friends but would’ve sworn that no one f+ck with me
yeah they lie for payment boy i rather keep it buck fifty
yeah sh+t clearing up, we lookin’ sharp my sh+t is cutlery
off of three deals, four tapes and five companies
said he runnin’ sh+t, but could’ve sworn that no one f+ck wit me
could’ve sworn that no one f+cks with me
(verse 2)
took a break and had a moment of silence for all the team
usually one for showing love everywhere and holding peace
but the way the circle shrinkin’ had my ass in disbelief
so if they died for real or i had to cut em off man rest in peace
so now i’m living for those who can’t and stuntin’ on who disagree
the way these n+ggas shifting’ gears you woulda thought i’m on my knees
nice try, thought i’d break, but not i
my bro said keep em’ blinking till they bulging like a fisheye
you can tell the difference bro there’s really comparing
most of them reaping what they sow, i rather wear it
(hook)
yeah i hit some potholes in the road, but that’s all under me
yeah it’s connoisseur, watching over like it’s custody
could’ve had them over, but i rather have no company
yeah i got some friends but would’ve sworn that no one f+ck with me
yeah they lie for payment boy i rather keep it buck fifty
yeah sh+t clearing up, we lookin’ sharp my sh+t is cutlery
off of three deals, four tapes and five companies
said he runnin’ sh+t, but could’ve sworn that no one f+ck wit me
swear to god that no one f+cks with me
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