B. Howard - No Microwave

Aye Nyse it's gon make me take It back to shit like this
It's BeHoward
To live or die became an ultimatum, pray everyday like the alter made him
Create the wave like an alternator
You made some classics how the fuck you gon be stagnant
My decline is like yo prime fix yo spine bitch I'm back at it
Bruh ya posture so obnoxious
Up until the opps come in and heat your Ramen fix ya noodle
These niggas die just to live a movie on Hulu
While I'm spitting so much dope scared to show up on niggas Googles
Crushed linens and bust pendants ya watches look like Sonic ice
But yo shooters Barnie Fife to guard ya life
I attest to what I manifest grew up to sounds of Mannie Fresh
We eating good you niggas Annarex and I'm next
Sippin crown with the pinky up
Laughing at you niggas asking B when we linking up As I think for what
Never interested in sentiments that never lead to dividends
They penny pinch too Many Men with 50 Cent
I'm grateful and benevolent cocky never arrogant
I'm gon tell my story and never change the narrative
Honesty's imperative I honestly ain't sparing them
I'll give yo hoe the business like it was inheritance
The vigils they be candlelit your visual is damaging
Guilty by association watch who you on camera with
A picture steal yo soul and them bitches steal yo Christmases
Keep the flashes low and you keep yo money limitless
I win and see the grimacing, lose and see you grinning bih
Running up these coins quick we did it from the Genesis
Never trust your nemesis or women with no blemishes
They both don't really love themselves they just too scared to mention it
Slavery or bravery I gave the game they gave to me
Support is few and far between your downfall they'll pay to see
Pay for me don't pray for me your prayers don't reach the ceiling fan
Numb to all this shit how I'm feeling man
Authoritative drive like the police on the interstate
Aint no nigga passing me anyway
We innovate you emulate amazing grace for dinner plates
Meal with 4 courses drive Caddy's to the PGA
That Escaladed quickly
Your graduation aspirations got you Big Cap and a dress
Congratulations on immasculation
They say I'm hating if I question all these fashion statements
They spray that Drac all in yo face get caught and sanging Drake-ish
It was him me and Tim
I get in where I fit and find a fold
Yeah today my daughter made the honor roll
I went and put that on your feed to give you balance when you trying to scroll
Now who you trying to troll I back step, you got left, like That's Steph
I'm seeing sheep in a Wolves suit like Pat Bev
Yeah that's some food for your soul for you microwaving hoes
What's up

Written by:
Brandon Howard

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