Ronnie Drake Isaiah Rashad (Ft. SZA)

[Intro: SZA & Isaiah Rashad]
I mean
I mean, I been thinking
Nah
Alright, Rob, this the one, last one, check me out
You sure?

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga"
I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice, ugh
Don't mind the bumper that was missing from my carriage, ugh
It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed
I came to bury you average, uh, you feel slighted, ayy
It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it
Ayy, I real-life it, ayy, I spill vices
Ayy, you will like it, I promise it's trill vomit, I'm honest
Nigga, ain't no getting money on that conscious shit
I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit
And when I hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it
I got that coke flow, ugh, that heat rock
I got that old school, huddle to the beat box
Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot
I'ma beat that, 'til that motherfucking beat drop, bitch!

[Chorus: SZA]
I got love for my niggas, my killers
My dealers, my trickers, my bros
I got love for my sisters, my women
My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
I got love for my niggas, my killers
My dealers, my trickers, my bros
I got love for my sisters, my women
My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
I got love for my niggas