Faye Dunaway (The Bait)

[Verse One] Feelin’ like I’m waistin my time Feelin like my time is today Feelin like this waste in my mind Only comes from pinin’ this haze Feelin’ like I need your direction shawty, so find me a way Told me that the key is affection, surely but I’m full of hate If you give two shits ‘bout your fate You should gon head pick up the pace Otherwise keep slippin and wake Up when its two decades too late Know my car still drippin that paint Know my broad got drips from cocaine Well I’d rather have your nose runnin’ than your fuckin’ mouth so for now, baby girl that’s ok Beast mode in this bitch Im about to marshawn Lynch a nigga Oh so you got old money like a pention, nigga? But you can’t afford to supersize your wendy’s, nigga? Cut the shit my nigga, honest injun cause every time I listen its some shit I can’t take But I still ain’t really trippin’, in the end its your decision to accelerate or hit the damn brakes All the nigga s had chains ‘fo them niggas had change? Fuck, you think you nigga-nigga-niggadad james? Not a diss, I dismiss all you silly ass lames That contribute to the crackers sayin’ it’s a black thang See you on the tv flashin’ No substance ‘cept the ones that you passin’ And same thing goes for you backpack bastards That criticize swag cause you whack ass rappers [Chorus] My nigga this is just the bait Faye Dunaway Faye Dunaway Now that you’re in my spell Think you should know damn well Ain’t no escape Can’t Runaway Can’t Runaway Shawty and you can’t hide I don’t suggest you try Sorry if you came for it, if you came for it But I think we were made for it, we were made for it [Verse Two] I hold my head because Ali he left too soon too soon (too soon too soon) And fuck yo ‘rari hoe my tarus go vroom vroom vroom vroom (vroom vroom vroom vroom) I know them hipsters gon say “you’re just jacking kendrick’s flow” (that Kendrick flow) So I hit ‘em with a switch, betcha never hearda this (yeah im pretty sure we did bitch) oh Muthafuckas say they hot but they co-pies Never see me like the box of a cock tease Tell a heffer hit the spot for the knocked knees Getting money! No you’re not nigger, stop please Nigga spittin clichés, just to be paid “Bitches on your d, great! In your Yves Saint?” Enemies are cheesecake on my cheat day Cause you on some sweet shit And niggas gotta eat, fade Only 20 but I’m ma-ture now If you tryna turn up then I must-turn down Nevermind I’m still a got damn clown and I’ll probs pass out round half past …Now… A million problems with no intention to solve em and sophie told me bout karma I guess that dö be revolvin’ Cause hoes leave me broken hearted and then get treated like garbage Recycle ‘em then restart it, its all just part of the process Please take note of our progress and know that no we can't stop this Until we locked in at loch ness That’s urban legends you got it? [Chorus] My nigga this is just the bait Faye Dunaway Faye Dunaway Now that you’re in my spell Think you should know damn well Ain’t no escape Can’t Runaway Can’t Runaway Shawty and you can’t hide I don’t suggest you try Sorry if you came for it, if you came for it But I think we were made for it, we were made for it [Breakdown] Never givin up cause I’m way too real And I don’t give a fuck how it makes you feel Im about every day If I die tonight Someone tell my fades everything’ll be alright If you think you’re on your grind then you need to redefine Niggas peak and then decline ‘fo they even reach the line (meanwhile I just handle mine like a world class sprinter, gon and save yourself some time, tell the world that nigga)