Organised Mess Songtext

Million-dollar thoughts, my mind filled (Talk to 'em)
Comin' at me, pussy, you walkin' through a minefield (Talk to 'em)
I know you bitch niggas'll tell quicker than time will (Grrah)
Fiend hit that clean face, look like he bit a lime pill (Woo)
Yeah, smokin' his rocks out a Fanta can (Haha)
Oversizеd Balenciaga look like Hammer pants (Drip)
Shootin' at your feet makе you Hammer dance (Brr, brr)
Brodie blammed the can, shoot everything, that's my cameraman (Ah)
Where I'm from, you get shot, you drive yourself to the 'spital, nigga
You don't wait for the ambulance (Talk to these niggas, king)
Damn, you should've never come (Uh-huh)
My run is never done
Louis kicks eleven hun'
This the life the cheddar brung

It ain't nothin' for a boss to get rich (Get rich)
It ain't nothin' for your boss to get hit (Get you hit, nigga)
Sometimes you gotta boss up on a bitch (On a bitch)
Sometimes you gotta take a loss to get rich (Talk to 'em)
Sometimes you gotta go broke to get fixed (To get fixed) Sometimes you gotta cut throats and take risks (Uh-huh)
Sometimes you gotta lay low and stack chips (Yeah, yeah)
If you don't never take the shot, you can't miss (Ah)
How many rings? I know that Jordan had six (How many he had?)
Sometimes life is just an organized mess (Woo)
Before I ever had more, I had less (I had less)
When I ain't even had shit, I had stress (Uh, I was stressed out)
Gotta do the work to cash checks (Uh-huh)
You want it all when you down to your last breath (Yeah)

Conway the Machine, Alchemist
Cory Kendrix, ah
Drumwork shit, bitch
You know the motherfuckin' vibes, nigga
We richer than all you niggas
We the real niggas, nigga
That's why we stand out, nigga
Y'all niggas still tryna fit in
You know what I mean?
Fuck you and them other niggas
Can I get a doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot?
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Can I get a talk to 'em?
Talk to 'em