Drip-133 - He Says (Prod. by Drip 133 & blank body) lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Phong] Creme de la creme Gotta lay down the map As he plans his scheme With his bars and his blue print sh** unseen With this life that he's building Viewed through your screen As he flees the scene Contemplate what What the f** this means Solving this enigma That blocks his dream As he's living cream Wu Tang through his earbuds thinking green As he spits Spend my money on a new car Getting money from my hooks Not my true bars Get my crew far As I threw far All of my humbleness Right out as the rude star Like why the f** should I care about these lame b**hes On my Instagram posting all these framed picture Caption Waiting reactions You're so cute, so and so, for satisfaction b**h You sharing sh** like a Human Centipede Hoping one day you'll be better than me f** this damn clique f** this damn b**h f** this damn sh** Motherf**er no conglomerates I got no promises I be running out of tolerance Of all these fake friends waiting till Im prominent Stop with it Hopping my accomplishment Acting so damn deceived with no acknowledgement With no chemistry Nothing with the elements Of being me All you b**hes irrelevant With the pen as a man with my penmanship As you sink to the bottom as hit your ship Now my heart and my brain joined at the hip Hop up to the point to the f**ing tip With these songs that began with the pen that click From the radio hits From the desk I think [Hook: B-Phong] Riches, Money, Gold b**hes, Honey, Sold sh** that I'm told When I make it one day When I'll have it my owned With this b**h on my side as I sit on this throne (x2) Make millions with these tall tales Will he make it rain or hell nah? Break through the ceiling with these album sales Will he make it rain or hell nah? Flip up his chances with heads or tail Will he make it rain or hell nah? Is this the way right up the trail Will he make it rain or hell nah? And he says [Verse 2: B-Phong] These fibs I'm told Getting big like a whole ten folds Bottom role b**h it's getting old With this beast in my mind that I can't control or let go It's a struggle hold Got me sick like the common cold Like why panic Sinking like the Titanic's I can't stand it Spitting like I'm galvanic With these shots that i spit like the damn police As I flow on this beat I'm releasing heat I'm so fire Burn you from the third degree with my pen and my mic right next to me It's getting messy (Messi) While shooting for these goals Haters they be telling me Kid, let it go These dream that you have is a waste and you know Then all these damn b**hes s**ing up as they blow All these lyrics that they show From a screen shot Saying what they mean Not Thinking that they fly Kamikaze not the Reebok Handle like a tea pot Giving it a detox My life that i fixed got me proud as a peaco*k Now what the f** am i doing with this attention These motherf**ers who's jumping into contention They rap about it Rapping about possessions Ain't rapping about what's real They rapping about the flexing Is it really about the money and honeys into the running Of the start of my career with these tracks that I be running Man there sh**'s a dime a dozen They rapping about the bu*ts Ain't nothing like the conjunction These b**hes they just front Cause the sh** that's on the radio Rich, money, and gold With b**h, honey that's sold is starting to get old I'ma bouta take a stand and taking my own route As you see my paper trail and copy it all about And hoping that one day your talent will get shown But nah like motherf**er This throne is my own Ima bouta get progressive while riding along this flow You crash like oh no You're tired and totaled Fell flat with these tolls and me I'm full blown Through this world that I roam I'm making it my home And I'm rocking all these shows To finally getting known With my song that I hear Right through your damn cell phone [Hook: B-Phong] Riches, Money, Gold b**hes, Honey, Sold sh** that I'm told When I make it one day When I'll have it my owned With this b**h on my side as i sit on this throne (x2) Make millions with these tall tales Will he make it rain or hell nah? Break through the ceiling with these album sales Will he make it rain or hell nah? Flip up his chances with heads or tail Will he make it rain or hell nah? Is this the way right up the trail Will he make it rain or hell nah? And he says