Cameron Butler - Havens Lyrics

Searching for a clone to hurt
Time for me to go to work
Show his worth
They soon learn that they owe him purse
Michael Kors cash
Cut a Versace check
It's best to protect ya neck
Because ya posse's next

Push the board when the boredom get to hoarding him
He cord slim, assorted phlegm forming, was born sick
Swordsman with it, lord of spitting, bow down
Crown to clouds, proud and bound to gain copious pounds of clout

Been addicted to the diction, never missing terms to grab
Purpose is to hurt em bad, churning burns to purge and laugh
Comedy Central be the acts of these guys
He breed stings for em, flow sweet as what bees hide

Pacing til the thoughts hit the brakes
Cough then equip a plate, niggas finna get the cake
Hot as the cup of JavaScript logo
If equipped with the power I would drop shit, and skip the promo

Spitters fishing for the buzz
But I'd rather not
Only give em glimpses of the pictures of the plans I plot
They bland, I yawn and skip their tracks within seconds
Main mission is to shit on niggas and get the check in

Fame is lame if it ain't raking in the change
Been a hoarder of the flame, erase the borders of my range
No quarters for this game, shit is morbid and the waters murky
Say thanks for giving like i came and slaughtered turkeys

Snakes up in the green
They'll leave the knife in your back
They get a gripe when you claiming that you nice with the raps
Self esteem to the pavement, I give em steam til the grave
Drip riddles for residuals, won't be chained and slaving

Niggas hip, Bayce ain't basic
Tenacious with the pacing and the shit that fill the spaces
Dang, Jane thank us because we in no relation to anus
We the aces, staying in your havens is safest