Thread Count (feat. Guilty Simpson)

Guilty Simpson in the house, what up?

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Yeah, you don't stop, killa

All these people breakin' bread if they rock witcha

I do not if I can't get a nod witcha

Why waste time while the clock's tickin'?

We gotta get it, get it

We gotta get it, get it

We gotta get it, get it

Yeah, we gotta get it, get it

Yeah, the most fly, the most high

Won't stop till I'm multi

You take a nosedive when the bonafide

Show a side you're not ready to see

I took it all and bet it on me

Anybody with a problem with it can die

Saw the red flag when I said, "Give me a sign"

I'm the hottest shit, smokin' at the bar, posted

Clique lookin' like ten dopemen

Blood couldn't make us closer

We need to flee the land rovers

Go get shit, they wouldn't hand over

I need all mine

Sew the butt of the gun dent in your jaw line

My lost mind is deep, well aware of that time ain't cheap

So I make the most of it when I sleep

Head count on the sheet

Almost higher than the thread counts on the sheets

Detroit rap, do it to death, that's what I'm here for

You tryna sell out to feel more

While these bums can't pay for what they bill for

And I see why they still sore

So instead of support, they play ya short

Still show up to eat with a knife and a fork

Swear to God, life's too short

They want me in the box, guarded by pork

Yeah, you don't stop, killa

All these people breakin' bread if they rock witcha

I do not if I can't get a nod witcha

Why waste time while the clock's tickin'?

We gotta get it, get it

We gotta get it, get it

We gotta get it, get it

Yeah, we gotta get it, get it