wifeye - Don't be a phony Lyrics

Hungry - I ain't had no breakfast
Writing out this rap like I'm tryna send a message
I was feelin down and then I counted up my blessings
Tryna sell my sound this shit you can't find on no Craigslist
If the gym the stu, I'm in this bitch, I'm heavy sweating
Getting shit up off my chest like muhf*ckas benching
I be stretching paper like this shit could get expensive
I be stretching paper since a teen I had a pension
Whatchu mean bout haters man they wish they was my best friend
I done took an L, but man that L it stood for lesson
Went to Hell and Back, and now that fire is a weapon
Flying like The Jetsons, in the future through the present
Thought I paid the reverend how they bless me in my section
Busy wit my bestie looking at my own reflection
Check-In wit yo homies like you staying at The Westin
Resting in the lead like second guessing if it's testing
How my rhymes be hitting like a automatic weapon
On the scale of one to ten, mine it read eleven
Way I flow a sentence ain't no need to give a census
Really ain't no question I'm the king of this lil penman
King when come to penman, I got family that's depending
Waiting like detention, to say wifeye's a connection
Thought I made it prevalent, if we brethren then I'm lending
You ain't gotta hit me back just miss me with pretending
Way I rap, you circle back, like it's a f*cking dead-end
Tighter than a headband, on this jawn like I'm a legend
Coming outta Phila-del, it's like U.S. Yemen
Find yourself in heaven if you messing wit the meddling
It's all about defending, and you know that breeds the vengeance
Hardly into systems, find me fight's Armageddon's
You prolly caught the symptoms if you stop paying attention
I'm on-top like dressings, leave you sour face like lemon
Sour face like lemon, I'm like bro go head an get in
But he ain't really run it so I threw my second leg in
Skeezy, this is easy, rhymes be skating like Ovechkin
Catch me on the second half, I'm spitting like a veteran
Firing off these rounds ain't let the beat breathe not a second
No peace treaty, I pimp the place, I make a piece of art out of a swimming tank
I slowly drank myself into a sunken place
My nights of highs - stole me off days
I dropped the ball, I missed the play,
I lost it all, and still I stand
In Air Maxes, Nike Boots
Hair grown out you can see my roots
A white skin kid who could box n hoop,
A Forty Seven lid tilted till to the roof,
I'm a big bad wolf coming out the sticks
One, two, three cant afford (four) the fifth
Over ya head like a left hook that missed
And you prolly missed the bit bout the one
Slipping out the moment, how quick it goes
If wifeye wrote it, know it's toe-for-toe
If wifeye wrote it, he on the microphone
And I ain't finna limp to the finish line
Need a show look packed like a mall in two-thousand-nine
And ima put you on, heard that bout a thousand times
Now it's twenty twenty four - that's a phony guy
Instagram all day - that's a phony guy
Tik Tok all the time - that's a phony guy
Wrist watch from the lot - that's a phony guy
Take away all his things - that's a lonely guy
Asking God for a sign as I look outside
Two deer they appear, damn near wrote me I
A whole new Bible, in this blue book of mine
Now I'm outta pages, needa wrap it up like it's Christmas time