Hodgy - Strangers lyrics

Jealous women, jealous niggas
Jealous jealous, all jealous
Know what I'm talking about?

My nigga, moose!

It be the closest ones to ya
It be the closest ones to ya
It be the closest ones to ya
Tryna maneuver and screw ya over
The closest ones to ya hello?
Yo, man, what's good?
Yeah, man, what's good? Nah, man
I'm chillin' man I was wondering if I -
Nah, man, I'm busy right now holla at ya
Boy later, feel me? Matter of fact
Lose my number matter of fact, don't ever
Call me again feel me? Alright, one hunnid

People all non-fiction, conflicting
Caught in addiction, and the mister politics
And conspirant whispering
Hit or miss, though probably busy
I hit your bitch main, she probably with me
The possibility is responsibility
It's contradicting me
There's no constricting me
No division league
Just me on the corner throwing
Out some pigeon fees smokin' nicotine
Broke the spliff down and
Rolled the ciggaweed i know you, bitch
Now you hoes is little league
5'7 but I never let him belittle me
You niggas get some help to find yourself
Though reason they hold off on you
Cause you fell off
You know yourself worth living well-off
Not crying tears or fuckin' wit you
Wishin' down a well though
What's sent for me is coming for me
No mail fraud
Life is great like Tony Tiger and Kellogg's
And my word is bond, nigga, fuck a bail bond
I'mma bet my own boat so I can sail off
Shorty where, but I'm working my tail off
I got these motherfuckers angry
I don't fail at all
Playing crosswords and hangman in the loft
Handlin' Mossbergs, my wife is Lara Croft
I put off in my city, you never wipe it off
I never die, I'm here forever, man
Your vital's lost
I got a bad bitch, personal China doll
And she a vegetarian, like around the sorrow
You mad at me for doing me
When nigga I ain't sorry
I'm making sure my seat is good
So he don't have to worry
About anything cause everything is everything
And it's over when it's never seen
It be the closest one to ya
It be the closest one to ya
It be the closest one to ya
Tryna maneuver and screw you over
The closest ones to ya

I tell the hoe the world is all she got
Something like that

Man, I pray for all my haters
I'm thankful for my savior (that's my son)
Two thunder the pillow of a fucking sabre
Let life teach you what it was
But don't let it degrade ya
I'm in the backroom twisting
Up my favorite flavor
Flavors I need fucking balance
Clean my palette I got taste for Maker's
I tilt the whiskey 'til I'm feelin' tipsy
Writing from the studio with lean
On me like Nipsey
Listening to Lean on me while
Leaning on my steering wheel
Under the seat machinery the beams on
Me I'm here to kill
People don't know how to live their
Life and that's the illest thrill
Go up in my canister and
Find myself the chillest pill
It's real, it's real

I ain't got time for no false claims
I'mma turn my name into a boss' name
Embedded myself, fuck being lost in fame
First a nigga sold their soul and
Then their check is paid
Then the nigga rarely talk the same
It's harsh and lame
But, it's true and you art to
Blame for your own actions
And habitat adaptions

My nigga, moose!