Tiny Boost - Miskeen lyrics

[Intro: Dirtbike LB] Still workin' like we ain't sick of this, ya dig? [Verse 1: Dirtbike LB] I took a pill 'cause it hurts (Yeah) And I ain't tryna make it worse Said I'm different but you know I ain't concerned And I'm still tryna learn (Learn) You ain't gotta be impatient with me, girl, I took a different type of turn Amiri white tee (Yeah), for my [?] And it's definitely oversized, and it's definitely overpriced (Oversized) I felt some pressure when I seen my mother cry (Mother cry) fu*k this money, we ain't stressin', we alright Don't ever ask me this (Yeah) I'm so high, I don't wanna reminisce (I don't wanna reminisce) Satin sheets, I'ma fu*k you, baby, stay home (Stay home) Hit him up, he on life assist He hit that ni**a from a mile away Audemars, it take the time away (Time away) It gets better, only time can say So much diamonds, bae, your eyes will ache Chrome Hearts on my heart, freeze up (Freeze up) Miskeen, baby, I'ma keep up (I'ma keep up) I quit lean, baby, now I see us (I don't need that) Take a picture, baby, I don't need drugs (Yeah) Uh, gotta, gotta, hundred-thousand, baby, spend it like the older folks The paper plastic, baby, I still got the older notes T-T-Tragic, baby, I just sold a ni**a hope (ni**a hope) [Chorus: Jordan Morris, Tiny Boost] Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain) No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Yo, uh) [Verse 2: Tiny Boost] Okay, I got it out the mud like what's in my brudda's cup (In my brudda's cup) Heavy on the guns and we really bu*tered up (We really bu*tered up) God blessed the trap the day the pot bubbled up (It bubbled up) Had fiends jumpin' over two lines, doubled up I got Henny in my system, you can smell it when I'm pissin' Smokin' high grade, she don't taste it if we kissin' Playin' with her pussy, she wan' taste it off my fingers (For real) I'm about to nut, shorty, stay in that position (For real) Cover up my feelings, that's why I got my hoodie on (I got it on) Thinkin' 'bout my dead ni**as, then I turn my bully on (Bully on) Turn the MAC fully on, air it 'til it's fully gone All you hear's brrt and a skrrt when we pullin' off Won wars we shoulda lost but we brave-hearted (Brave-hearted) Hammer in the toolbox, we stash that in the garden All we got is us, we like Nino in the Carter Married to the streets, I ain't never need a partner [Chorus: Jordan Morris] Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain) No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it [Verse 3: Young Adz] I said I'll never squeal, wallahi, I never have and I never will I'm poker-facin' my connect, I need a better deal Shotty like some B2Bs, it cost eleven bills Hit a mil but can't lie, bro, I've been better, still I heard 'em sayin' "Real rap back" but I don't really feel that 'Cause how real are these fu*kin' ni**as that's makin' this real rap? Bruv, I ain't chasin' Rated, MOBOs, GRAMMYs, or BRITS 'Cause I can still go straight back to my strip and handle my biz I was down bad, servin' every fiend out of my trenches Where I'm from, you bust your wap, go jail and get to benchin' Beefin' with them boys since fifteen, still feel the tension Seen real ni**as turn weird for some likes and mentions Gotta play it cool with the industry, it's so depressin' That's why I'm thankful that I fu*kin' blew up with my best friend And did I mention? (What?) Wrist heavy, brick heavy, well protected (Okay) Put a glizzy on the table, bet my ni**as get to wrestlin' I ain't stressin' if a ni**a took my chain or all that dumb sh*t Even if it takes a year, we'll pull up at his mum's crib Dad's crib, I promise, bro, I'll fund all of this dumb sh*t Me and paps done three bags a day eatin' on crumpets I'm doin' press-ups, drinkin' water, now I'm feelin' stable Rockin' with my wife, my shooters at a different table (No cap) Men's biggest test, you heard the story, Cain and Abel Never feel weak, I'm fu*kin'— (Yeah) Told my lady, "Don't judge", I'm just a gang gang yout Bando baby, all the pebs that I run through I come to court in an all-black suit Look the prosecution in the face, like, "fu*k you too" If they love me down, won't bend, won't fold I'ma come back smiling on all ten toes I take my Ls, I keep my soul Hear the fu*kin' Devil knockin' on my front door (Yeah) [Chorus: Jordan Morris] Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain) No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it, uh