Stitching by Teezie Lyrics

[Verse 1: Teezie]
All y’all follow is fads
While you do that
I’ll get my face on these ads
Y’all get mad
You go from riches to rags
I see the flags cus

You don’t know me
You ain't a homie
You little phony
Your raps are loamy
I don’t wear a grill
I don’t have a chain
I use skill
You use pain

So I gotta bring it back
My flow mixes so well
With this simple little track
Ring it back
I don’t care about the size of my stack
I just wanna be remembered like the man miller Mac
Rest In Peace
We’ve lost so many icons to the evil beast
Can I please stop seeing my idols deceased?
Feels like all our time is leased
So I’ll just keep grinding
Till the day my album is released

I know this is what y’all been waiting for
Just waiting till the day you feel the bass on the floor
But man, all this hype got me working like a whore
But the grind never stops cuz y’all always want more
So this is what I do
I work for you
Ain’t even getting paid
But here is my debut

I play my cards right
Like I’m rich in the casino
I’ve had enough alright
Hit me Zeno

[Verse 2: Zeno]
See all these niggas want beef
Acting like they some 6ix 9ine and Chief keef
But all I need is to put in the steam
Shoot these niggas with the bars like a laser beam
All these people wanna act fake but once I hit my peak
Shit there ain’t anything to complete
Just watch a nigga repeat
Cus ya’ so called friends are all downbeat

So all I gotta say is fuck the talk
Imma walk my motherfucking walk
While y'all walk the block
While all these bitches flock
Imma cook y'all that did me dirty in a crockpot

Seems this is just the spot
Watch me have a 20 car lot
I be getting too hot
Come and hit me with that wippdie who blah

To all my ex’s
Well yeah you're just fake as all the feds
I'ma be smoking just as much wiz
Fuck all them trashy bitches with the cigs

Now let’s talk real
I had about two I could feel
The ones who had me through the peal
Now all y’all gonna really heal
Treat my niggas right
Cause they was always tight
Never treated me like all these other dykes
That’s why all the real ones don’t gotta hitchhike

I treat my sister like a saint
Better hearing no complaint
Cause you're the ones I had to make stank

I repeat to these people
Never saw you going down the steep hill
That’s why I’m out here for this triple kill
Cause all you did to me was get me back on the pills

Friends told me to get down
But bitch I ain’t here to frown
I’m here to get my crown
All you do is leave your clown

So these my last words to y’all haters
Nothing but fucking fakers
Now y'all gonna be some clout chasers
But trust me I ain’t asking for no favors

[Verse 3: Teezie]
You always seem beneath
You always seem to stall
Right now there’s plaque on my teeth
Wait till the plaques on the wall
This beat is dirty like a high school stall
My raps are deep like Niagara Falls

You’re raps are so whack
Make me lose more brain cells than when I’m smacked
Fuck you and your clout
Looking like a boy scout
You looking like a bitch
You should take a different route
Get out of the ditch

From this day forward
I’ll be on top
I’ll be taking over
And I will never stop
You should never doubt
The hits that I’ll drop
And you gotta be thinking
“He’ll definitely have a flop”

Nah stop whining
Everything’s a bop
I make my own beats
I write my own raps
I like heavy claps
And hard high-hats
That’s why I’m in the kitchen
Fillin’ all the gaps

I don’t write about shootin’ straps
All that violence
Will make me relapse
My goal is to get inside your head
I wanna make you think
Listen to what I said
Or the message won’t sink

Hear what I’m pitching
Maybe you’ll rethink
I see that you’re itching
Let me help you to stop
Sit up, stop your bitching
I’m just finishing the stitching