Pertinence – SILVER LINING Lyrics

SILVER LINING – Pertinence Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dead of night, silver lining

In my life, everything

Did it twice, grip the mic

What's your vice? Everything

Do or die, that's fight or flight

My chick can buy my wedding ring

Suit and tie, I'm super size

No puppy eyes, no pity please

On my guys, make water wine

That shit divine, they envy me

Look around, no stopping now

I almost got, hmmm, everything

Against the grain, I embrace the journey

Embrace the game, my namesake, and Perty

Paid grave with pain likе mace and gurneys

My claim to fame, need 8 attornеys

Can't save the day but you can take a turn

This ain't candy land, this ain't Bert and Ernie

Ain't business bitch, this blick in person

It's murder, murder, man, murder, murder

Let's compare our car keys, wallets, hoes, and economies

Spend a weekend at Barney's, like sorry bitch, I'm not sorry

Look at the cars, look at the roof

Look at the stars, looking at you

Girl I'm a star, look at the proof

Ain't never had a pot to piss in, true

Now I got rocks atop my tooth

Now I got locked inside the booth

Now you won't talk to me, how rude

The ops in a optimistic mood

Fuck out my ends, getting a tan

Hatching a plan, like I did it again

Not making amends, I feel like a villain

I'm here for the women, not really to chat

I'm outta the Benz, I'm back in the south

The money depends on how it get route

I'm still in my Vans, I'm feeling it out

I'm building it up, she bussin' it down

Like what are you wearing?

What are you saying?

What are you talking?

What are you on?

Buddy a nerd, buddy a geek

Buddy a choch, buddy a dork

Buddy a cop, buddy a narc

Buddy a dweeb, buddy a smurf

Buddy relieved that buddy was smart

Cause buddy be greasy, buddy a 'tard

Look at the shit I do for my kids and my men and my women

I'm doing my dance

Bitches be like damn, you don't do it like how he be doing

Got something to do with his stance, look at his stance

(Do you see how he's kinda standi-)

(It's got a good foundation, you know, it's his center of gravity I think)

Like some of you like it

And some of you love it

But none of you want it like me

Counting the hoes by the dozen

You fuckin' your cousin

I know that you flock with the sheep

Building a fort with my brothers

Goddamnit they stubborn

But fuck it, be something to see

Put on the company card

In the company car

Know that the money ain't never come cheap

It's hard to believe

Putting that ho on cassette

I got hoes adding stress

I got hoes I put on DND

Superimposed on the road

I got hoes on the tour

Couple more I seen on DVD

I got a bitch in Atlanta

A bitch in the bando

A bitch in the band that make beats

She finne see if I like 'em, she play it, I hate it

I gave her right back to the streets

Runnin' this bitch like I'm 'bout it about it

She like I'm how outside but not in the V

A to the B to the C

Boy the reason I'm winning, I bet it on me

A million streams, boy I'm relieved

They call it crazy

What they cannot see

Messages received

Y'all ain't intelligent

You call it pertinent, I call it relevant

Back on my bullshit

No fuckshit, I'm celibate

Take up the room, ain't no spot for the elephant

Effortless excellence, damn I'm legit

Fuck all the A&R sellin' me shit

Fuck all the media, selling image

The public, the motive to sell the kids

The devil amidst us (so ready the clip)

(The money the mistress, the weed in the spliff)

(But imma still roll it and puff it a bit)

(I'm human, shit)