It ain't really what you all about, I just think you're kinda loud (yeah)
I just hope that you can run for miles, go on to chase me for hours (yeah)
While I think that you are pretty, you ain't really have an effect on me
I know that I be sounding selfish, but y'all know this dick ain't free
Awaiting, ain't waiting, I'm tryna pick up my savings, I'm tryna to make up a living
From words that I have written
My desire, for you to listen, I describe another moment
Chick with a booty, why are 5 foot shorties the most ratchet
Better close the liquor cabinet. Cause we take half of it, no Lazarus
But now im at the party with the baddest chick
Im happy then one moment later its black, im tryna pick up my facts
Once im down in the drainage, I ain't ever going back
I aint ever showing up, im just steady blowing up
Go and take a trip to the poles if that aint cold enough
Cause I ain't f*ck with anyone that don't f*ck with us
When I'm touring you ain't gon see me in clubs, I'm getting dubs
I'm getting love, the money more than enough
Im tryna raise my princess in a world that's not corrupt
Now it's up to us, before we back to dust, tryna leave this place better for those thats after us
You see me rushin to the land of abundance
I got a handful of nothin, I got my hand on a weapon
See my ammo is hate, and I love to escalate discussions
When a homie is desperate, there ain't nothing you can tell em
When he slide thru the function, pussy on his noggin
Hope the pussy come aknockin, back to his studio apartment
Hard to stay true but regardless he ain't ready to be a father
Cause how can he take care of two, when he facing "your honor"
Or sitting in a haze of marijuana, thinking about the days without a father
Chill with older brothers, that'll teach him about the product
He Aint really see a way out of all the nonsense
So he just double down on streets he knows, embiid the process
And He beat the process, on his knees thanking god, aint impede the odds
Cause he aint supposed to be twenty five, today he twenty nine
Just a matter of time before he died, so I guess why not live your best life
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It ain't really what you all about, I just think you're kinda loud (yeah)
I just hope that you can run for miles, go on to chase me for hours (yeah)
While I think that you are pretty, you ain't really have an effect on me
I know that I be sounding selfish, but y'all know this dick ain't free
Awaiting, ain't waiting, I'm tryna pick up my savings, I'm tryna to make up a living
From words that I have written
My desire, for you to listen, I describe another moment
Chick with a booty, why are 5 foot shorties the most ratchet
Better close the liquor cabinet. Cause we take half of it, no Lazarus
But now im at the party with the baddest chick
Im happy then one moment later its black, im tryna pick up my facts
Once im down in the drainage, I ain't ever going back
I aint ever showing up, im just steady blowing up
Go and take a trip to the poles if that aint cold enough
Cause I ain't f*ck with anyone that don't f*ck with us
When I'm touring you ain't gon see me in clubs, I'm getting dubs
I'm getting love, the money more than enough
Im tryna raise my princess in a world that's not corrupt
Now it's up to us, before we back to dust, tryna leave this place better for those thats after us
You see me rushin to the land of abundance
I got a handful of nothin, I got my hand on a weapon
See my ammo is hate, and I love to escalate discussions
When a homie is desperate, there ain't nothing you can tell em
When he slide thru the function, pussy on his noggin
Hope the pussy come aknockin, back to his studio apartment
Hard to stay true but regardless he ain't ready to be a father
Cause how can he take care of two, when he facing "your honor"
Or sitting in a haze of marijuana, thinking about the days without a father
Chill with older brothers, that'll teach him about the product
He Aint really see a way out of all the nonsense
So he just double down on streets he knows, embiid the process
And He beat the process, on his knees thanking god, aint impede the odds
Cause he aint supposed to be twenty five, today he twenty nine
Just a matter of time before he died, so I guess why not live your best life
I just hope that you can run for miles, go on to chase me for hours (yeah)
While I think that you are pretty, you ain't really have an effect on me
I know that I be sounding selfish, but y'all know this dick ain't free
Awaiting, ain't waiting, I'm tryna pick up my savings, I'm tryna to make up a living
From words that I have written
My desire, for you to listen, I describe another moment
Chick with a booty, why are 5 foot shorties the most ratchet
Better close the liquor cabinet. Cause we take half of it, no Lazarus
But now im at the party with the baddest chick
Im happy then one moment later its black, im tryna pick up my facts
Once im down in the drainage, I ain't ever going back
I aint ever showing up, im just steady blowing up
Go and take a trip to the poles if that aint cold enough
Cause I ain't f*ck with anyone that don't f*ck with us
When I'm touring you ain't gon see me in clubs, I'm getting dubs
I'm getting love, the money more than enough
Im tryna raise my princess in a world that's not corrupt
Now it's up to us, before we back to dust, tryna leave this place better for those thats after us
You see me rushin to the land of abundance
I got a handful of nothin, I got my hand on a weapon
See my ammo is hate, and I love to escalate discussions
When a homie is desperate, there ain't nothing you can tell em
When he slide thru the function, pussy on his noggin
Hope the pussy come aknockin, back to his studio apartment
Hard to stay true but regardless he ain't ready to be a father
Cause how can he take care of two, when he facing "your honor"
Or sitting in a haze of marijuana, thinking about the days without a father
Chill with older brothers, that'll teach him about the product
He Aint really see a way out of all the nonsense
So he just double down on streets he knows, embiid the process
And He beat the process, on his knees thanking god, aint impede the odds
Cause he aint supposed to be twenty five, today he twenty nine
Just a matter of time before he died, so I guess why not live your best life
Writer: jonathan Lam
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