Montoya - MOTH Lyrics

Yea, even Isaac Newton can't explain
How my words stick together
With his law of gravity
I'm peculiar, eccentric, an oddity
Straight like that

Bro, I got these girls falling like Niagara, falling
I'm in Queen City with two chickens by Conagra, birds
My daddy's a reverend and I'm a legend, preach
I have an obsession with my progression, come up
My body's confined, my mind's free, Brownside
Many have eyes but can't see, Brownside
They sending them kites with no strings, that's the system
They floating around with no wind, no wind
Bitch I've been quarantining for a decade, for a decade
You quarantine a year and going crazy, bitch you crazy
I'm waiting on my date she's not a female, not a female
Bitch I'm on point like a detail

I've served so much time I'm the man of the hour, man of the hour
When they see you living sweet
That's when people turn sour
Got good credit with the plug and experian, I do
I defend mine and go to war like a syrian, yea
I'm brushing all this hate off, hate off
Like my teeth puto, puto
Grappling with this money, making moves no judo, judo
Just got a rental bout to take off with yo bitch, bout to take off wit yo hoe bruh
I'm in south beach with yo boo kicking shit

They disappeared me, they disappeared me
Right now I'm starving, right now I'm Starving
Bitch I've been popping, bitch I've been popping
You know I need coffee, you know I need coffee
I'm the man of the hour, I'm the man of the hour
Bitch I did my time, bitch I did my time
I paid all my dues to society
Now its time to get mine, right now
I'm waiting on a payment, seventeen-hundred
Direct deposit, straight to my cash app
You can find me where the cash at
I'll wake your ass up around three in the morning
While you girl is snoring
And make you both pay
Your girl be hoeing
She's all in my dm
Telling me she's ready to suck me today
Bitch I'm a convict
I don't say, hear, or see anything, nop
I lost it all, got nothing to loose
So I want everything, want it all
If you complaining do me a favor
Stay the f*ck away from me, yea
I'm an optimist, got no tolerance for incompetence
Theses dudes slower than snails, snails
My speed's like air mail, mail
I'm not a taxi, we ain't going back and forth about nonsense, hell naw
If you have a message, please drop it off in my comments, drop it off
These fumes I'm inhaling have me debating with my conscience, uhu
And I have so many convict inquiries my songs turn into con-tests

I've served so much time I'm the man of the hour, man of the hour
When they see you living sweet
That's when people turn sour
Got good credit with the plug and experian, I do
I defend mine and go to war like a syrian
I'm brushing all this hate off
Like my teeth puto
Grappling with this money, making moves no judo
Just got a rental bout to take off with yo bitch
I'm in south beach with yo boo kicking shit