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Act like you left your charger to pull back up
Talk like you want love from me but tell ree that
Ask bout the nigga who feed fam of back end
Talk like I’m really the one who listen to feedback
Some of y’all need that… one day, I’ll read that
In my home theater running out of episodes of sealab
It’s bussing like the pre-match, they windows is pinball
The shit that I release I’ll make em push they whole spring back
She just want a nigga who gon treat her like she talking and dog her
You want bad karma, I’ll simp there
Talk bout them hotel suites sleeping on end chairs
And Dougie trynna convince hoes Vince here
Please judge me and not my lil niggas fighting a murder
They pushed my little brother trial, he couldn’t fight cuz Corona
You bitches stealing out the Gucci store and fighting the owners
Then spirit flight out to Miami, spend the night with promoters
Top floor living, still I'm scared of the bottom
It only popped up in fear of my problems I never slipped off
Me and shorty back of this AA bout to lift-off
Laughing at the DMs you rappers be trynna get off
Awww man, I’m humbled! that’s the upstream
I used to wanna share they company… but saw the usual efforts
Been had the throne, I been abusing my leverage
While all you walk-around rappers been playing musical stretchers
My niggas out vegas, counting banking, it’s outrageous
I downplay it, I know it’s more to be finished
I know my momma watch my live stories more than these women
And when I’m gone I know these stories is written… I mean
This feel like I’m driving up to marshall and barker after the studio
Leave the door cracked cuz your momma think it’s a booty call
Used to pull up and say nothing, just put a movie on
And tell her that I love her but I’m moving on
Talking like
Act like you left your charger to pull back up
Talk like you want love from me but tell ree that
Ask bout the nigga who feed fam of back end
Talk like I’m really the one who listen to feedback
Some of y’all need that… one day, I’ll read that
In my home theater running out of episodes of sealab
It’s bussing like the pre-match, they windows is pinball
The shit that I release I’ll make em push they whole spring back
She just want a nigga who gon treat her like she talking and dog her
You want bad karma, I’ll simp there
Talk bout them hotel suites sleeping on end chairs
And Dougie trynna convince hoes Vince here
Please judge me and not my lil niggas fighting a murder
They pushed my little brother trial, he couldn’t fight cuz Corona
You bitches stealing out the Gucci store and fighting the owners
Then spirit flight out to Miami, spend the night with promoters
Top floor living, still I'm scared of the bottom
It only popped up in fear of my problems I never slipped off
Me and shorty back of this AA bout to lift-off
Laughing at the DMs you rappers be trynna get off
Awww man, I’m humbled! that’s the upstream
I used to wanna share they company… but saw the usual efforts
Been had the throne, I been abusing my leverage
While all you walk-around rappers been playing musical stretchers
My niggas out vegas, counting banking, it’s outrageous
I downplay it, I know it’s more to be finished
I know my momma watch my live stories more than these women
And when I’m gone I know these stories is written… I mean
This feel like I’m driving up to marshall and barker after the studio
Leave the door cracked cuz your momma think it’s a booty call
Used to pull up and say nothing, just put a movie on
And tell her that I love her but I’m moving on
Talking like
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