Wes Brooks - Die Looted

I got different flow, let the trigger blow, I was hesitant
Voices in my head, telling me my time is better spent
Out here trying to shine, gotta quit stressing ‘bout embarrassment
‘Cause I've been cooking up with a lil' secret sauce, preparing shit
Walk in the booth, locked and loaded then I get to airing shit
Momma calling me concerned, she just on some parent shit
Said I’m blowing money, acting funny, out of character
Honestly ain’t trying to hear it but I need to hear that shit
Yeah she right but I might disregard that
‘Cause this that never-ending summer, ain’t no fallback
I was stranded roadside without a callback
Now I’m busting headshots through your hard hat
You gotta do the demolition ‘fore you reconstruct
Former me believed I needed luck
Niggas got the game diluted, I’m trying to die looted
And manifest a millie ‘fore the week is up
Fuck the cost
Bitch I want it all, that's how I come across (Yeah, yeah)
With my poss
Blowing a different kind of smoke, I'm at a loss (Yeah, yeah)
Claiming big
Who can vouch for the shit you say you did? (Yeah, yeah)
Can’t play the kid
Silence anybody trying to play the kid (Yeah, yeah)
Blowing a different kind of smoke, I'm at a loss
Yeah, yeah
Silence anybody trying to play the kid
Yeah, yeah
Gotta make adjustments (Yeah, yeah)
Gut feeling, learning how to trust this (Yeah, yeah)
What is this popping on the feed? (On the feed)
These days, I don’t know who to believe (Who to believe)
All I know, y’all waiting patiently for that real shit
Real shit, would you agree?
Put it to you direct, I am a top prospect
Leave your shop wrecked, have you sweeping up debris (Up debris)
I feel like Breezy, I don’t sweat a thing
I’m not at ease, gotta settle things
Boys say a lot but they ain’t said a thing
Would say “hit my line” but you can’t have my cell ‘cause you cellophane
Straight to yo’ head once you felt the fame
I’m stone cold, I've got a belt to claim
Ready my throne if it’s not arranged
More in store for me than window shopping, clinging to some pocket change
Fuck the cost
Bitch I want it all, that's how I come across (Yeah, yeah)
With my poss
Blowing a different kind of smoke, I'm at a loss (Yeah, yeah)
Claiming big
Who can vouch for the shit you say you did? (Yeah, yeah)
Can’t play the kid
Silence anybody trying to play the kid (Yeah, yeah)

Written by:
Weston Westbrooks

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