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Straight Shooter
Isaac App
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Yeah, yeah
I ain't pay your plane fare, but you'll be here in spirit
You talkin' 'bout my name, but listen, I ain't wanna hear it
I know you love mistaking my reserve for being timid
You talkin' 'bout me now, but I ain't even near the limit
Yeah, I check my digits
I make this for myself, that's why the quality implicit
That's why I get so pissed off when I'm seeing several divots
A straight shooter, you could read my face before I say it ('fore I-)
Before I say it, you throw that shade, I shape it
Reflect on what I'm worth, and you could see I'm understated
This shit been basic, control the game you play it
You hate where I see wealth, and yet you can't afford some lasik
Go find some payment, distract yourself, you vacant
I'm tired of seeing all this fucking chatter get engagement
And I ain't one to talk, I'm right there with enslavement
I'm praying that my hustle get me more than just a payment
Finally got this motherfucker lifting off the ground
But I still find myself asking what I do it for
I chase all these expectations and plenty more
Was my cup ever different since I upgraded from poor?
Water spills from the edge, the source is from my flesh
Unsure of when I rest, there's more I don't attest
Is it me that's been obsessed? Ambition often possessed
Don't test my ego, or your dead body it'll fetch
I ain't pay your plane fare, but you'll be here in spirit
You talkin' 'bout my name, but listen, I ain't wanna hear it
I know you love mistaking my reserve for being timid
You talkin' 'bout me now, but I ain't even near the limit
Yeah, I check my digits
I make this for myself, that's why the quality implicit
That's why I get so pissed off when I'm seeing several divots
A straight shooter, you could read my face before I say it
Look, I'ma straight shooter, follow code like script inside computers, uh
I been leanin' on it when I'm fucked up, it's a Uber, yeah
Wearin' down with time and all the bullshit I maneuver
So what's a code of honor if I ain't sure why I use her?
I'm a late bloomer, flip the page, I later pray a chapter
That's new to me, that spark a killin' spree, and here on after, uh
I crave sooner, otherwise I fear a shatter
Of all the shit that pushed me to my best to bear the matter, yeah
Only figure that I pursue in these past years
The one that come with commas and handled by cashiers
My vision tends to fade, but it's crystal when check clears
My ego wanna drive, so it's fuck it, I let it steer
Zero fucks given 'bout your thoughts and how you livin'
Could put six different shots through your face, you look like Krillin
See, it's all about the leash that I leave broken, fan the flames
My pride got a dry spell, but changed with loosened reins
I ain't pay your plane fare, but you'll be here in spirit
You talkin' 'bout my name, but listen, I ain't wanna hear it
I know you love mistaking my reserve for being timid
You talkin' 'bout me now, but I ain't even near the limit
Yeah, I check my digits
I make this for myself, that's why the quality implicit
That's why I get so pissed off when I'm seeing several divots
A straight shooter, you could read my face before I say it ('fore I-)
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