Voicemail

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Lot of shit been on ya mind 
I heard it through the voicemail 
Maybe it's the Rasp in ya voice 
Or all the details 
You a good drug 
Always got ya problems on the scale 
Lately I been like the mail 
On Sunday How I'm never there 

Good girl gone bad man 
She done set the tone 
She been fuckin wit the drugs 
Don't know how to leave it lone 
She do anything for clothes 
Just to get that V a loan 
VLONE VLONE 
But you know you don't belong 

I did this shit up on my own yeah huh 
I did this shit up on my own 
Need a kick my feet up 
I deserve a throne 
Iont answer when you call 
You always talkin bout what's wrong 

Money is the only thing this phone like to condone babe 
Roll it up and light it up and smoke it till it's gone yeah
Stress I got it cryin me a River 
Call it flowin
All them doors that was slammed 
In front my face, but I still go in 

All them hoes I had callin my phone 
And you ain't know it 
Girl yo Nigga ain't loyal 
And he don't even show it 
Feel like Pac the way I'm bringin 
JUSTICE to being poetic 
I could have a lyrical wedding 
Or make a lyrical weapon 
This bitch uh blast in a second 
Yo life a last a few seconds 
But if you a bitch 
Girl I just leave yo ass in depression 
Might borrow yo best friend 
And teach her a ass similar lesson
Then group text y'all both like 
Tryna smash after this session 

Lot of shit been on ya mind 
I heard it through the voicemail 
Mayb it's the Rasp in ya voice 
Or all the details 
You a good drug 
Always got ya problems on the scale 
Lately I been like the mail 
On Sunday How I'm never there 

Look and I would never blame you 
I know it must be hard to love me
Some people changed on me 
I ain't expect it 
But I said f*ck it 
Ain't got time to sweat it 
I ain't like Keith with the sweat 
I'm more like plies with the plug 
So when she want all that smoke 
F*ck I look like pickin up 
I'm havin money and bitches 
I'm boutta fill me a cup 
Hell it feel like a celebration 
Everyday I wake up 
I got a bitch so bad 
She don't wear no make up 
She broke the Law for me last night 
And she do it again 
She do whatever to make sure 
She my freaky lil friend 
I been gone for a month 
And she ain't asked where you been 

I been goin round and round 
Been makin money to spend 
This is just how I get down 
You can't stay down till the end 
I know the tables want turn 
Just don't know how it's gon happen 
Cause I been in love before 
And realized my first love was trappin 

Chaaa

Lot of shit been on ya mind 
I heard it through the voicemail 
Mayb it's the Rasp in ya voice 
Or all the details 
You a good drug 
Always got ya problems on the scale 
Lately I been like the mail 
On Sunday How I'm never there

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