Falside - Way Past 8 lyrics

[Intro] "You a**holes do exactly what I say or I will take you outside and fu*k YOU IN THE STREET!" [Verse One] Mr. Lopez Was interrupted while I was beatin' the toto Phone call: my homies sayin "n***a's talkin' loco" Little do they know, goin' at Lo is a no-go The jab like Cotto so I don't need the fo'-fo' Unlike these b**h n***as who resort to quick triggers I'm writing sixteens till they go for six figures Every eight bars I should see my neck and wrist glitter Out of all these new cats, I'm the pick of this litter Best believe it Every move I make's strategic I'm humble but at times I know I can be conceited Like when I write a rhyme Or when I kick a flow Or when I dick a dime Or when I get the doe You motherf**ers should have never got on my nerves The last thing you'll hear is my laugh, my words Every time you hear about some hot sh**, it's my song I'mma rub it in your face till they tell me I'm wrong [Hook x2] Everybody always acting like they loco n***as ain't loco, I'll bust 'em in the coco You don't know what that mean? I bust you in the face n***as act 7:30 but I'm way past 8 [Verse Two] Pa** the dutchie cause I'm way past baked And according to the year, I am way past late I got the itch, yeah I crave that cake I want to swim in a pool of money: make that lake Uh-huh, I f** a b**h till she make that face Then she hop up out of bed and she make that plate, yeah You think you nice but you ain't that great You might be 7:30 but I'm way past 8 And looking at the nine, it's about that time I used to push dimes, now I'm on that digital grind I'm a firm believer that we live in critical times I wish I wasn't born with such an an*lytical mind But I'm grateful of the gift that I was given to rhyme While you're the type of dude that did it just to fit in the lines Dwell in the underground, but thinking of a different design If you ain't shootin' for the top then why you spittin' the rhymes? [Hook x2] [Verse Three] Mister L-O, P to the E-Z Love my weed strong and I like my hoes sleazy Choke a n***a just for disrespect, fo sheezy So for future reference, I don't take no feces So easy, the way I lay my flow down Rappers want beef? We can Bobby Flay throw down I think you're sh**'s hot, 'specially with no sound Got morenos in the streets, swearing that my soul brown Old n***as hate me cause they see the potential Young boys jealous cause I got the credentials Everybody want to try me, want to size me Til I do 'em like R. Kelly got done by Isley With no help, just me and myself f** love, I'm focused on me and my wealth I'm low key, cause I always be on my stealth And your b**h was just here, I think she peed on herself, yeah [Hook x2]