Confidence - Three on a Dutch lyrics

[Verse 1: Felly] Ayo I woke up this morning, pissed off as usual Hit the snooze bu*ton thinking I should plan my funeral I spend too many nights getting bent up in my cubicle But still got the spark to make a d**h look beautiful Wasted Looking at these faces in my basement Playing Miles Davis while my heartbeat races Used to try relaxin but then that sh** made me anxious Done a lot of practice with going through changes Freestyles and vape hits Bump as the base hits Spinning in my desk chair Lighting up like Vegas Getting in their faces to make 'em jab back They say "f** you" I hit the mic and say "f** you" right back This is all part of the plan You think I'm shooting blind You better understand I see right through your lies I'm going for the grand I'm talkin' 'bout the prize Cause accomplishment does much more than money in my eyes You can keep on, keep on, keep on doubtin' Saying I should stick to this computer screen mouthin' Thanks for the advice but homie truthfully you vouchin' Every time you say my name I'm climbing up a mountain Tripping It's nothing new what's up with you, nada Last time I checked I was spottin' you dollars See me at your party and you say "what's up holla" Then I get to work You be talking sh** behind my collar Psilocybin in my brainwaves Spewing sh** like AK's Doubt to make out with a dude and say you hate gays Faker than an overseas e-mail payday 'Bout to shoot the top players down bruh, mayday [Bridge: Felly] Ay ay Term K, Acumental what up We should go three on a dutch From CT to Chi-town Yeah you know it's all love Now take the mic from my hand cause you know that I'm good [Verse 2: Acumental] Yo I shriek I scream I screech I holler I'm sleek I'm keen I'm bleak I'm somber Chief my weed and drink my lager Speaking Greek I'm freaking out So turn the speakers louder You can't handle the noise Bag a damsel then I rap until her panties are moist Fans handing me joints, cannabinoids Yo it's Felly, Acumental and Term so clap your hands and rejoice Party people sip potion Keep the spliff roasting Think so deep felt cerebral implosion Fingertips frozen Corpse like ignorance of foresight Seem to move in synchronous motion Need to get dough so I throw a pair of dice around Make your ears bleed like the Holyfield-Tyson bout I'm on mic (Mike!) Hold it real tight and shout loudly Acumental like his crowd rowdy Black lung keep a fresh pack in the freezer P Square hop on the track till my knees hurt Good hustle like slap on the keister Rapping to beats in my slacks and a t-shirt I feel huge Surreal views A real scrooge you can ask Ebenezer Find me trashed in the back of a beamer The yak-sippin' cat with the rancid demeanor [Verse 3: Term K] Make it pop like a weazel or a jack-in-the-box Unless you're not quite feeling it just ask me to stop Actually it happens a lot So I just sit in one spot and puff pot till my back is in knots I want the dollars and fame I want a profit and gain I want a bowels crowd howling my name, plate This ganja's insane Clotting my brain I think he called it the andromeda strain, dang Lifting coffin lids with a crowbar I'm living off the grid mixing soap bars Every project is mayhem You may have made a profit if your squad had a game plan Lost in a wasteland The prodigal son's parable Often compared to the vault of safe-cracker Magical flow, the squad's performing miracles Travel the globe, the obstacle course is spherical You can shout but nobody's hearing you Downtrodden on the outside and I'm peering through All for none notice yet known to come closest Home with a cold one, smoking blunt roaches Born branded and scarred A cannibal starving And standing his guard in a firestorm Only tryna form a tangible argument Or plan for disarmament And solely by having a heart that provided it for him [Grimey Greg] Put yo hands together for The Palmer Squares, one more time Now all you mother f**as in the bathroom, I see you goin to the bathroom Better not be using no handicap stalls, and wash yo hands b**hes If your going to be sticking yo fingers in my a**hole late at night You better be have some clean fingernails You ever, uh you ever take a sh** in a handicap stall And come out with a limp