Ayinde Cartman - Stiff Arm lyrics

[Mick Jenkins] I keep trippin' over these flows I keep stiff arm too close Swiss army knife I keep like seven different type of bros At least two keep a pole At least three from the streets I know five live by the code Savages in the fold [?] heavy with the smoke Grind heavy, Tony Hawk Hands on, do it manual [?] Kick push all the hoes No fiascos [?] No tabaco, just weed Too much tabasco, I'm hot This sh*t is Hasbro, all games I can not dap up no opps I keep a stiff arm, don't tweak I hit the highs [?] on beat, hmm [Mick Jenkins] I keep rollin' [?] Fact is some ni**as just wheeze Fact is some ni**as gon' grow Fact is some you don't need I keep a stiff army me too close Too many hands on these blunts, too many Too many words left unsaid Too many times left on rеad Too many times watch you front Too many hands on these blunts [Ayinde Cartman] Too many pеople I don't know Too many hands in my face, yeah, my eyes sh*t gets out of pocket, gotta watch it I digress When there's too many hands in this b*tch Too many hands on these blunts, too many Too many hands on these blunts, too many I keep trippin' over these flows I keep stiff arm too close