Steak Knives

You don't, you don't wanna be in fourth place, man
 Yeah
 Roaring fire with the bear skin rug
 She said, "Don't pretend we back in love, I'm just tryna get thugged"
 Your job trying not to look smug
 Four names, two aliases and all of 'em is mud
 Album dropped with a thud
 Awkward silence, like when the grenade a dud
 A bum, what you callin', old dawg?
 Comin' by my mama house, asking after me for what? (For what?)
 Sleeping dogs, you either buryin' or diggin' 'em up (for what?)
 Either way, it's reckless
 My record clean, your path check it
 I shoot you in the street, be home for breakfast
 Yes, it's sick, but banalities might as well be death threats
 Let it sit, there's the threat of sepsis
 Kept smi-, kept smiling like a clown
 Facial expression looking silly
 Kept asking me how he got away with all them dealings
 I replied I been goin' through this same things that he had
 But that was a lie, I could see he doing bad
 Second place is steak knives, he said, "What you say?" (What?)
 I said, "Nah, it's just a line"
 It's just a line, it's just a line
 Anyway, man, turn off over here, man
 (Yeah, you know)
 Just a little bit up here