Hodgy Beats - Strangers lyrics

Jealous women, jealous n***as, jealous jealous, all jealous Know what I'm talking about? My n***a, 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 b**h 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, b**h, now you hoes is little league 5'7 but I never let him belittle me You n***as 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 f**in' 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, n***a, f** 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 motherf**ers 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 b**h, personal China doll And she a vegetarian, like around the sorrow You mad at me for doing me when n***a 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 f**ing 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 f**ing balance Clean my palette I got taste for makers 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 k** 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, f** being lost in fame First a n***a sold their soul and then their check is paid Then the n***a 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 n***a, moose!