Introvert by Eastside X Lyrics
They want that conscious shit
But I am not a scientist
I am just an introvert
That’s tired of that quiet shit x2
This that demon shit
That turning odds to even
666
You is not dreaming bitch
You scared go see a deacon
I am way far beyond reason
Ever season has it secrets
Ima kill that nigga dead
And he gon lay right where i leave him
They want that conscious shit
But I am not a scientist
I am just an introvert
That’s tired of that quiet shit x2
Front the brick
Tax the brick
I’m just tryna get rich
Fuck the culture
I’m a vulture
It’s Diablo in this bitch
Illuminati serogate
Might break off a bitch
And tell her don’t call my phone
The Feds stay on my shit
I’m a million dollar lick
Fuck a 100 dollar hoe
With this million dollar dick
Tell her I can’t pay her rent
Hit her with a condom
So a nigga is not catching shit
Feel like Danny Glover when I pop that
Lethal Weapon
I’m just guessing that you stressing
Cause yo money looking desperate
And you tired playing catch up
Tryna stack yo fucking bread up
But don’t let up
Keep yo head up
Never let Nigga threat ya
Fuck that bitch
Go get yo chedda
Bet she be there when you better nigga
They want that conscious shit
But I am not a scientist
I am just an introvert
That’s tired of that quiet shit x2
This that demon shit
That turning odds to even
666
You is not dreaming bitch
You scared go see a deacon
I am way far beyond reason
Ever season has it secrets
Ima kill that nigga dead
And he gon lay right where i leave him
But I am not a scientist
I am just an introvert
That’s tired of that quiet shit x2
This that demon shit
That turning odds to even
666
You is not dreaming bitch
You scared go see a deacon
I am way far beyond reason
Ever season has it secrets
Ima kill that nigga dead
And he gon lay right where i leave him
They want that conscious shit
But I am not a scientist
I am just an introvert
That’s tired of that quiet shit x2
Front the brick
Tax the brick
I’m just tryna get rich
Fuck the culture
I’m a vulture
It’s Diablo in this bitch
Illuminati serogate
Might break off a bitch
And tell her don’t call my phone
The Feds stay on my shit
I’m a million dollar lick
Fuck a 100 dollar hoe
With this million dollar dick
Tell her I can’t pay her rent
Hit her with a condom
So a nigga is not catching shit
Feel like Danny Glover when I pop that
Lethal Weapon
I’m just guessing that you stressing
Cause yo money looking desperate
And you tired playing catch up
Tryna stack yo fucking bread up
But don’t let up
Keep yo head up
Never let Nigga threat ya
Fuck that bitch
Go get yo chedda
Bet she be there when you better nigga
They want that conscious shit
But I am not a scientist
I am just an introvert
That’s tired of that quiet shit x2
This that demon shit
That turning odds to even
666
You is not dreaming bitch
You scared go see a deacon
I am way far beyond reason
Ever season has it secrets
Ima kill that nigga dead
And he gon lay right where i leave him