Skeye Blu - Philosophy Lyrics

Yo, Let me spit this shit to y'all, I'm about to blaze this shit, how about y'all
Yo, my name is Skeye Blu and I'm about to tell motherf*ckers in the pen, you better feel me real quick
I'm motherf*ckin' so sick with the simplistic shit, you better believe my shit
Cause I'mma come down hard as motherf*ckers know

I got the whole block on motherf*ckin' volvin' doors
So every time I spit my flow, you better believe my flow
Cause that shit ain't no f*ckin' dope, that's f*ckin' f*ckin' loco
So every time I spit game on you motherf*ckers, best believe a motherf*cker ain't tryin' a motherf*cker

Every day I shine to be, the next best young thing with philosophy
So you better, hit me quick if you're gonna see if this face will shatter or will it make history
If I hit you back with a whole fist full of dollars
And even without the dollars I'm hitting you with the scholar

A motherf*ckin' game don't belong to me
It belongs to most motherf*ckers that'll ever be
But I'll tell you one thing, if it was sho' my G
I got a motherf*ckin' pocket full of philosophy

You better spit this shit, spit it quick
Cause if you ain't about shit, you're gonna get the shit
You're gonna get that shit mailed to your momma's house
Motherf*cker, she be bumpin' that shit in the south

Every time she come back, she be sittin' on the track
Makin' records like I f*ckin' make but not exactly
The f*ckin' thing that you wanna be
But I got a motherf*cker in this house believin' me

His name is God, he's a motherf*ckin' man to me
So you better check yourself before I wreck yourself, you f*ckin' G
So what the hell you think about me, you better believe one thing
Spit the shit so f*ckin' freely, man

I got a motherf*cker sittin' in the back of the trunk
And I got room for two more, punk
So what you think you gonna f*ckin' do to me
I got a f*ckin' thing you believe, it's philosophy

So, check it out, my depth is fresh
But I don't got no f*ckin' sound, but I got a mic, you bet
I got the motherf*ckers shinin' across like vets
Motherf*cker shootin' up your house, and yeah

I don't give a damn what you think about me
I'll tell you one motherf*ckin' thing, G
I got three ounces of that grape, and green to me
You better believe one thing, I'm comin' quick

So sayin, I'm sprayin, I'm layin' the motherf*ckin' G
Every time I spit my philosophy, yo
Better come correct, 2017
I'm outchea