Yeah, you know she want a vibe Pull off to the shoulder, panties to the side
Life go up and down, that's why she wanna ride
I ain't got my shit together, so I never cum inside
I be like, I'm still one of them She like, you f*ckin' right
Head to whole foods get my daily bread, shall we pray
Juice Crafters got my acai, and it's hot today
New Balance dropped a new collection, I'ma cop away
I don't get no writers block boy I got a lot to say damn
4AM Reflections with the Birds chirping, still workin
Still makin' music, still grindin', cause it's still worth it
I don't take a day off from my goals, cause they feel urgent
Soul searchin', even though I'm flawed, bitch, I'm still perfect
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
Goin' through my phone, that's a no-no
Tryna get your feelings hurt, that ain't what your feelings worth
Self-sabotaging ain't the shit that I be into
Gotta clean your mental, cuz I'ma show my dental
Just because I'm textin' up these hoes don't mean I'm dealin' with em
You gotta get it, entertaining me another piece
Cuz you was probably trippin',
OG always tell me New pussy make you dick hard, live hard, die soft
F*ck her with the lights off, huh
I don't yell at hoes and put my hands on em
I just sit back and stack this paper, do my dance on em
Journal daily, watch a couple sermons, put them plans on em
Baby, it ain't on me shit it's in me, I'm the man homie
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
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Yeah, you know she want a vibe Pull off to the shoulder, panties to the side
Life go up and down, that's why she wanna ride
I ain't got my shit together, so I never cum inside
I be like, I'm still one of them She like, you f*ckin' right
Head to whole foods get my daily bread, shall we pray
Juice Crafters got my acai, and it's hot today
New Balance dropped a new collection, I'ma cop away
I don't get no writers block boy I got a lot to say damn
4AM Reflections with the Birds chirping, still workin
Still makin' music, still grindin', cause it's still worth it
I don't take a day off from my goals, cause they feel urgent
Soul searchin', even though I'm flawed, bitch, I'm still perfect
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
Goin' through my phone, that's a no-no
Tryna get your feelings hurt, that ain't what your feelings worth
Self-sabotaging ain't the shit that I be into
Gotta clean your mental, cuz I'ma show my dental
Just because I'm textin' up these hoes don't mean I'm dealin' with em
You gotta get it, entertaining me another piece
Cuz you was probably trippin',
OG always tell me New pussy make you dick hard, live hard, die soft
F*ck her with the lights off, huh
I don't yell at hoes and put my hands on em
I just sit back and stack this paper, do my dance on em
Journal daily, watch a couple sermons, put them plans on em
Baby, it ain't on me shit it's in me, I'm the man homie
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
Life go up and down, that's why she wanna ride
I ain't got my shit together, so I never cum inside
I be like, I'm still one of them She like, you f*ckin' right
Head to whole foods get my daily bread, shall we pray
Juice Crafters got my acai, and it's hot today
New Balance dropped a new collection, I'ma cop away
I don't get no writers block boy I got a lot to say damn
4AM Reflections with the Birds chirping, still workin
Still makin' music, still grindin', cause it's still worth it
I don't take a day off from my goals, cause they feel urgent
Soul searchin', even though I'm flawed, bitch, I'm still perfect
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
Goin' through my phone, that's a no-no
Tryna get your feelings hurt, that ain't what your feelings worth
Self-sabotaging ain't the shit that I be into
Gotta clean your mental, cuz I'ma show my dental
Just because I'm textin' up these hoes don't mean I'm dealin' with em
You gotta get it, entertaining me another piece
Cuz you was probably trippin',
OG always tell me New pussy make you dick hard, live hard, die soft
F*ck her with the lights off, huh
I don't yell at hoes and put my hands on em
I just sit back and stack this paper, do my dance on em
Journal daily, watch a couple sermons, put them plans on em
Baby, it ain't on me shit it's in me, I'm the man homie
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
I got bitches sucking bone off the meat
Niggas cleaning credit, that'll do a clean sweep
I don't wear Gucci, that shit make me feel cheap
Couple thousand for these records, boy, the price is still steep
Writer: JESSE SANDERS
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