The Homie Teez - The Cut lyrics

[Intro] Cut The Cut [Verse] n***as say they got pedigree Really ain't no impressing me They don't know what I go through to coocoo up in a mansion see I been pressin for long But destiny been prolonged So i had to press every bu*ton till they realised it's on I had to Ask for way or pave one Never had no paper Begging b**hes for money on the pavement, to phand' a rizla I'm Really close to some of the baddest realest n***as It's only natural end o' the day we all dealers I do music they move yams, either way you're addicted You play Teez and you dance, they help you get uplifted So really they ain't no difference just a matter of depictions And what kitchen you stem from when yo mama was bakin You see my mama was cooked up when she was faded Off the face of the earth, I watched her engulfing in flames Imagine being under 8 and seeing that My heart instantly turn black But f** em all I'm the orphan who lost and then he climbed back Right on this pony like a black man ain't supposed to You get hate from other kaffirs, its funny how they try poach you But when they need a blessing it's funny how they approach you And swallow they pride till they choking up on their tracks too Critics are tryna coach you Like Homie Teez you need to do do this and dat dat dat But I ain't finna, trust I got this in a body bag Like yea we heard that you earning but where the money at? Private restaurant eating like where yo mammie at? You see yall n***as ain't focused on fundementals I been Coppin your releases, you got basic instrumentals Only ba**es touched by Ka**ifiedNISo are good for me jo If not, then I f** with Levelz I want awards stacked up in my house like Caster's medals Chad le Clos on the mothers**ers!! Swimmin in levels Riky Rick on these little n***as, gyming with bezzels And Im still k**in business, dishin hits like I'm leornard I came back from the back and they ain't expect it In the back of the cla** they didn't know I was a legend They used to call me a peasent, a p**y, waste of existence But f** em Now I'm buzzing, like your b**h feelin vibration I'm coming No bombaclat, No surprises expect it I'm stunting From The Cut, I survived it, check the business we running Check the mammies we cuffing Independently movin I issue my own budgets f** the broke and the moody, I'm really done with talking Any direction we move in is forward Only option It's Hammertime, rest o' these MCs are side walking Lip busted, they talk sh** till they jaws lockin But f** the talk , I make cake like a pakistan In the hood with a caravahhn Upgraded to uber bruh We got pasos in different boulevards Even b**hes from Mars Can't talk if I don't know who you are Only converse with stars Homie got hella shooters and buddha , ain't it irooonic Any move that I make is me thinking ma bois gon ball Get digits n get crystale Get business up in the north Get women and gettit all Cause real n***as deserve it And f**boys gotta fall