Lyrics:
toot that, toot that
Toot toot that, toot that ass up
Shawty
Days go by I'm sober
Wanna call you over
Wanna pull up on ya
But you might not be with it
might have to pay the price
Building my happy, made of lies
Does happiness exist?
Or is it just a momentary bliss?
A chance to take a break from
might have to press nine three times if these slugs hit you
You might have to replace your Rolex if my little thugs lick you
Still got love for Flacko
isn't it
Oh, kind of, kind of
I-I've been sleeping a lot
Um, everybody out there that's watching, everybody that's watching this world
This world is bull-
bubble
You're my brother, I'm not above you
Remember me I'm so there
Don't make us have to go there
Turn and sing it
I stay silent with red even if I'm
I've been staying up late
(Don't forget to sleep)
Been trying to ignore
All these bad things happening
I've been distracting myself
(It's a lot
ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is real
You want to stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the City of Dope, might
who knows
Love comes in ebbs and flows
And you've got to let it it
I've been almost crippled by
That face to face with my own god
But my own god was
it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what
a bitch by adjusting the antennas
But if she demand it your betta forget it
She's psycho like Michael
You might go and wake up to knives and rifles
When
a fantastic movie
I know
Right, have you seen anything else by that director
And it's done from the perspective of the patients in the ward
I'm A Cyborg
So,
I might have dove off in the deep end
Might not come back up this season
I been working heavy through the weekend
Settle down with this good tree
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
on a silent night
By a violent light
I am real!
I am missy girl!
I have a home and things that are mine!
Mommy's on a cloud now
Above a cloud
So set the fatal
full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
been a hustler, I poly' off that
Y'all don't wanna go to work with the boy
It's only two words that describe
Me: search and destroy
I don't think you
ourselves
Those who have been abused – view leadership as illegitimate so they don't think it's necessary to play by the rules or submit
They see authority
I'm grinding and hustling. Stacking it up to the lid
(Where the bag at) It's on the shelf
Been working too long to have nothing leave to my kids
coming back to you (yeah yeah)
So we might aswell coz I know you see it too
I've been through the most
Might ghost
(I should, I should, I should, I
here by my side
Now it's just me and shorty, my ride or die
Honestly, the drugs have been on my mind
But my parents would hate to see me get high, yeah
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
anyway
Patience is one thing
But just look at me
No one told me to murder these beats
But I did it
Who knows
This one might be enough for an offense maybe
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