How It Be

Shines!
Five!
I was gone but I’m back on my stunt
I been working out running up the bag on a chump
She be sucking d**k I’ma have to pass on the blunt
Had to cut her off, I don’t like how she act when she drunk
Took another loss but I’m bouncing back in a month
It ain’t nothing to a boss
If you can’t keep it hundred don’t say nothing to me at all
Shorties on my line hitters on call
I ain’t talking color pencils when they draw
You broke we can never get along
That’s a guarantee
I got shorties coming at me like a fucking stampede
I got broads in Atlanta I be out in Camp Creek
They be throwing me the box like I’m Don King
Baby I ain’t worried bout a damn thing
I’m going up they be trying to cut my damn wings
And every time they be thinking I’ma fall off
I always got another trick up my damn sleeve
If you ain’t God don’t judge what I do
All these shorties they in love with the crew
Shout out my haters they in love with me too
You a square but a thug in the booth, yea
Trying to flex for the broad, You know how it be
They hate to see you on the top, You know how it be
They don’t want it til you got it, You know how it be
I gotta keep the pocket rocket, You know how it be
You know how it be, you know how it go
In one ear and out the other one if it ain’t bout the dough
You was faking putting up a front then you got exposed
Only knew you for a month nigga you are not the bro
You know how it be
When you get to buzzing then they want to be your cousin
Only want to conversate when you the topic of discussion
Now you blowing up my phone I ain’t even save your number
Ain’t heard from yo ass in like five years
All of a sudden you want to reach out
I am the one that they want to be now
You coming up and they want to be down
Sorry it’s too late to fuck with me now
That’s how it is and that’s how it be
I can remember when I was a teen
Told me she was way out of my league
Now I come through and I hit that shit like
Boom boom bata bing, yea
Then she gotta get her things, yea
Right back in the booth, yea
On the hook I’m Kareem, yea
Shines must be Magic, yea
I’m from 59th and Shattuck turned 23 but I’m still savage
That was hella random but I’m still gassing
Yea
I’ma star boy something like the weekend
Told them from the jump now they all believe it
I’m just doing me long as I’m breathing
So n***a don’t judge me if your name ain’t Jesus
If you ain’t God don’t judge what I do
All these shorties they in love with the crew
Shout out my haters they in love with me too
You a square but a thug in the booth, yea
Trying to flex for the broad, You know how it be
They hate to see you on the top, You know how it be
They don’t want it til you got it, You know how it be
I gotta keep the pocket rocket, You know how it be
Trying to flex for the broad, You know how it be
They hate to see you on the top, You know how it be
They don’t want it til you got it, You know how it be
I gotta keep the pocket rocket, You know how it be
You know how it be
You know how it be
You know how it be
You know how it be