Skyzoo - Finesse Everything lyrics
[Skyzoo - Finesse Everything lyrics]
I sip the henny white
Listen and write and share knowledge
And pour more cause I got a
Case in the spare closet
My talk walks all thru the
Tape of who sharing product
44s all on they waist, they here wilding
Their corridors turned to a
Range with spare mileage
The speakers in the door upgrade
You hear the pockets
Alhamdulillah all in my tape, I talk Godish
But still talk bitches and
Bape and support thotting
Contradictions, and grew up with a
Couple pots to piss in
My parents was split so I was drifting
You drift to whatever you seen before
I drift over letters like Ouija boards
You thinking hasbro I'm thinking
The back door, boarded when the fear come
And chris and snoop with a nail gun
Fear none
Hear none worth fear being involved
They fear me like I'm Sheila Salaam
Seen it all, I mean
Thank God for bank cards and crash readers
Knick game, all black sneakers
Yellow chain, floor seats
Cameras on me and Bay Frazier
My Jordan 3s might break up a lay up
Still flourish like I'm starving
Shuttlesworth stardom
I'm usually in the garden I
Ain't too hard to find
And know whenever you carving mine
A double entendre's a two part rewind
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
(Who's world is this?)
Don't matter I can finesse it
'cause if they can't answer you
That they outta the question
And if they can't hand you
It back stop suggesting
Either that or they can get
Back to finding the exit
Sitting in the front of the plane
Ghostwriting for pick a name
And another name, one in the same
And my OGs would give us
Jewelry under their rap sheet
And me and my wisdom blow
Jewelry money in patsys
Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit troop
But it don't break thru to you
Until that pay shoot thru
'cause know that if I wasn't writing it
For them you seen em sketch me
If I tell it then y'all bet it
I'm Ian Begley
Rap shit started at 9 on class walks
And now it's me and another
9 on the blackboard, ask for him
He can rhyme his ass off
He can rhyme off his ass
And Lex Steele it how he slide in the stash
Meanwhile me and A' debating on early Nas
And talking 'bout how we first
Linked like calling cards
Back when he called me over off
The gold on my Nikes
Regretted letting me play
My crossover was nice
Chicken wings, fried rice like I'm still 16
And I don't get called for
Features cause I kill 16s
That's word to my man Joell
This rap shit's a bunch of "oh wells"
Fuck whatever I don't sell
Bet I finesse everything
Listen and write and share knowledge
And pour more cause I got a
Case in the spare closet
My talk walks all thru the
Tape of who sharing product
44s all on they waist, they here wilding
Their corridors turned to a
Range with spare mileage
The speakers in the door upgrade
You hear the pockets
Alhamdulillah all in my tape, I talk Godish
But still talk bitches and
Bape and support thotting
Contradictions, and grew up with a
Couple pots to piss in
My parents was split so I was drifting
You drift to whatever you seen before
I drift over letters like Ouija boards
You thinking hasbro I'm thinking
The back door, boarded when the fear come
And chris and snoop with a nail gun
Fear none
Hear none worth fear being involved
They fear me like I'm Sheila Salaam
Seen it all, I mean
Thank God for bank cards and crash readers
Knick game, all black sneakers
Yellow chain, floor seats
Cameras on me and Bay Frazier
My Jordan 3s might break up a lay up
Still flourish like I'm starving
Shuttlesworth stardom
I'm usually in the garden I
Ain't too hard to find
And know whenever you carving mine
A double entendre's a two part rewind
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
(Who's world is this?)
Don't matter I can finesse it
'cause if they can't answer you
That they outta the question
And if they can't hand you
It back stop suggesting
Either that or they can get
Back to finding the exit
Sitting in the front of the plane
Ghostwriting for pick a name
And another name, one in the same
And my OGs would give us
Jewelry under their rap sheet
And me and my wisdom blow
Jewelry money in patsys
Wisdom be leaking out my grapefruit troop
But it don't break thru to you
Until that pay shoot thru
'cause know that if I wasn't writing it
For them you seen em sketch me
If I tell it then y'all bet it
I'm Ian Begley
Rap shit started at 9 on class walks
And now it's me and another
9 on the blackboard, ask for him
He can rhyme his ass off
He can rhyme off his ass
And Lex Steele it how he slide in the stash
Meanwhile me and A' debating on early Nas
And talking 'bout how we first
Linked like calling cards
Back when he called me over off
The gold on my Nikes
Regretted letting me play
My crossover was nice
Chicken wings, fried rice like I'm still 16
And I don't get called for
Features cause I kill 16s
That's word to my man Joell
This rap shit's a bunch of "oh wells"
Fuck whatever I don't sell
Bet I finesse everything