Lyrical Breakdown of Consistent - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Cook that shit up, Quay

This ain't the vibe that I need

Stop the beat, G5 free

I be spendin' racks in these jeans

I'm too real, fuck is y'all mean?

I ain't have to sell you no dream

I said what it was, you didn't believe me

You be the cake and I be the cream

Now I look up and then she was leaving

I'm on the way, cannot be late

Speedin' through traffic like I'm in a race

I wanted it now, she want me to wait

I'm one of a kind, so you gotta taste it

Granddad died, knew I would make it

I'm a real one, you can't fake that

Most of my niggas still be takin'

I got rich, this shit still don't faze me

You only get one call, I can't chase 'em

Might take one shot, a lil' chaser

Stayin' up now for us to fuck later

Mama used to tell me times would get greater

Cartier diamonds blockin' these haters

Dior drip, shit gettin' tapered

I just spent a Bentley truck with lil' Tatum

Favor for favor, nigga, I don't pay them

Get off my dick, nigga, we don't play them, yeah

Look like it, we don't stay here

Makin' half a million dollar plays, juggs

Still chunkin' up neighborhoods

Grass cut, sure the neighbors good

My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin'

If the spot hot, we invade houses

We got kicked out, go in they house, yeah

It was hot and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all

Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God

Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard

I done finally got an award, yeah

Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)

Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please)

At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')

Never off, be consistent (Huh)

Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)

Handle the business, don't mention

I ain't even have a pot to piss in

Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid

Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)

Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please)

At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')

Never off, be consistent (Huh)

Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)

Handle the business, don't mention

I ain't even have a pot to piss in

Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid

My cars come with stars and kits

None of my kids gon' starve for shit

You weren't even here when I started this

All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took

I done seen so much, I can write a book

Ain't stuntin' that hoe, I can buy that look

Clothes off, how your body look?

I been 'bout business, I'm still a crook

I get in my mode, they all be shook

Said that's your bro, y'all all get pushed

You was in the house on punishment

I was in the hood sellin' strong ass kush

Your cuz came through with that Reggie Bush

Give me style and credit for all his looks

Sold-out shows in the DMV

Now Shaquille O'Neal can't lil' boy me

Had some dirt off in my diamonds, had to brush it off

I was 'posed to be somewhere workin', I'm somewhere fuckin' off

I get checks in by the contract like I'm playin' ball

I been hanging 'round some milllionaires

It's safe to say it's rubbin' off

Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)

Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please)

At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')

Never off, be consistent (Huh)

Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)

Handle the business, don't mention

I ain't even have a pot to piss in

Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid

Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up)

Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please)

At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin')

Never off, be consistent (Huh)

Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah)

Handle the business, don't mention

I ain't even have a pot to piss in

Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid