Skeme - Start To Finish lyrics

rate me

Base, uh, uh, uh

Rock the bureau!

Start out with a bucket, nigga grab a…

You’re fly as fuck, you tell us all about your departure

Tell your momma, “quit your job cause it’s getting real!”

And tell your niggas that’s against you, just right up that will.

Start out with nothing, nigga, I wanna grap the whole thing

Keep your squares at your circles and put all your blame

Let the labels chase you do, let’s copy right your name

And sell the pieces of a shit, that’s how you win this game!

Pressure made the diamonds in a nigga chain

Progression equal profit, nigga, keep that on your brain!

Do what you gotta do, but never go against the gray

They’ll make a table about your city, then make sure it…

Start with a hot dance, say fuck it… grab a dance!

Make sure your niggas riding with your family, not your friends!

Show all your niggas that you’re going where you’ve never been

And let them know that it will never be a clique like this again!

I’m addicted to money, still smelling society

Neck covered in gold, my life story a check.

Every time my phone ringing … to connect

I just pull up on that block to hop out and collect

See, I’m still on that syrup, I don’t know you, young niggas

I treat my girl like my bitch, let her blow young niggas!

Talking racks on racks, got something to throw, young niggas

Don’t believe what I’m saying, and I’mma show you, young niggas!

Holler free baby dot, that’s a real ass killer

You just gangsta on Tweeter, and I don’t feel that, nigga

Disrespect me and molly, and we will kill that, nigga

We will kill that, nigga! Do you feel that, niggas?

I was born a sinner with guarantees of a loss

But I turn that shit to a win, just like a motherfucking boss, uh!

Now look at you, looking lost

Puzzled with burners like … know it all

Looking soft, hold on!

With these niggas looking mad for?

Cause I chose not to take a partner

All that back and forth, that shit you think it’s balling

Couldn’t cut it on a practice court

Talking about your strap, what you niggas scared of scrubbing for?

Straight punks, I ain’t fucking with you!

Hating on us, just cause we won’t make no songs with you

Come to thinking, bitch, your hoe don’t get along with you

Let you kill yourself, even though I know just what’s wrong with you!

What? Real shit though!

.. motherfuckers slide right now

The shit like 1.3 where we shit in the room

I got something like 600 dollars worth lean on ‘em

I couldn’t make no shit like this here!

My nigga just got apart cutting this shit

I don’t know why you did that

But that’s my brothers all straight, hey!

I might have a son, my nigga!

I used to do this shit for fun, my nigga

But now those are shit about funs, my nigga!

Uh, I’ll deal with it!