Lucrative - Closed Doors lyrics

[Intro] I write this for my... (Uhh) You hear that? Nah! You hear that? [Verse 1: Pre-Def] I wrote this for my ex So baby, this is the f**ing codas See, my love for you doubtful aye, so please don't f**ing bare it I was never being co*ky, I'm just being honest I'm arctic See, I'm not proud of what I did yesterday Momma was all upset, hope she forgives me, I pray I don't know if haters be hating but I ain't seen no avail I might just do it all myself, I don't need your avail I don't wana sound like Drake But diss me, expect no antiphon But f** punch lines n***a's don't even f**ing concede 'em You know I've been real on my tracks your sh** is always deceiving I'm about story lines, I admit I'm a delinquent A n***a with morals, that's what you mothers believe in I'm just only being human This is part of life I'm just breathing The more music I make, there more hate is just building But enemies my closest friends it's the sh** that I always believed in They kept on saying They kept on saying I met closed doors now it's something that I learnt Love is like in flame in tractor you try and stop it you might get burnt I tried to stop it with all your n***as, with all your n***as [Hook] [Verse 2: Epic Laine] Juxtaposed in the dirt and soil Eye the couture, yet can't have it all And im forced to go, far away from home I write this from the subway as I'm headed for the shores Yet im still here, still waiting on my goodbye note I could've learned to play the flute instead of weedblowing And my folks think my drinking is perennial My dad's a vigilante so you know how I'm feelin' now So it all boils down to a couple things Playing second fiddle to a fleet of Cuban vessels Tryna sell your kicks to a kid on eBay Might be the only kid still yearning to meet “Sway” Whenever you talk guap, is you really getting paid? The talk of colossal cowards, hittin' me up on twitter, saying I dropped the ball, hey please knock it off Can't stand your idle talk, raise your paw Come hither if you for it I'm sure your stunners won't miss the allure Try wrap a quilt around a comet, no need I'm too hot Best disperse when you get leanin', cause I'm pulling out the stops You coolkids get lapped, no time for avalanche And its back to cataracs, no producers to back your sound Geez They hive peeking, ain't got no doccie So they out to seek us More live streaming, now they wanna join the crew and be us By the season there come forth more weasels But we chillin, cause the circle ain't stretchin by an inch bruh [Hook] [Outro]