Lyrics:
He praying for the temple
Or preying on something Sacred
These other girls move Hollow
My walls they wanna paint it
A fresco
It gets that water
jazz and cocktails.
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distant gay traces
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed
Baby, let me take them off you, just expose some skin
Now it's back to my room, where this angel finna sin
I'm a different type of man, let me take you
that
Got ties by blood
It's more than rap
Got Austin, E, Jaron, and Pablo with me
Got Biya, Mike, and Cj all them with me
But, I been on my same shit
the chalk
I gave you the world
You were my girl
But you gave me tidal waves
You threw me for a whirl
And it's been a while now
Your fingеr through your curls
the grinding comes first
All the money we burn, yeah
Know the grinding comes first
It comes first, yeah
I just wanna dap my baby, go for a drink
Girl
I'm back on this beat, it's my first repeat
I'm smokin' that potent you'd smell down the street
Came back with my team, Not Gang the elite
I stick
Ay yeah, I can't aye, look
You couldn't see me on my worst day
Bitch slide then tryna blow me like
A candle on my birthday
Where Where I'm from
They
made this shit my truth by spittin' fact after fact
When other rappers talkin' bout how they be datin' a new actress
It really just takes some practice
had lovers
Now they haters
Aggravated
That I made it
I got fam that's not related
She not the girl of my dreams she a succubus
Imma bust
Need of lust
want to run
Bad energy stay from me
Fake niggas make me uncomfortable
Go tell 'dem boy deh step aside
Can't you see the gangsters by my side?
Why's
Just got paid From my 9-5
Was paid at 9 And it's gone by 5
I got C in maths an I'm tryna C cash on cash
Like it's multiplied
U see my life on screen
home right now
I'll shove your face in the pillow and give you round after round
She said you aint saying shit, let me tell my girls right quick
I don't
by
Like they won't lead you
To that side
Where people that you meet
All died
Like woah
Don't be that guy
You're ruinin' my vibe
Man you blowin' my high
other this an experiment
My phone ain't ringing at 1 a.m. girl you hearing shit
It's no commitment in what we got what you mad for?
Before you swing by
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
Harlem nights with twenty racks
They call me Hershey 'cause the money always come in relays we on track
I've relapsed
I told my girl that I was working
I recorded this shit in my basement
Let’s face it
No fan base but I’m ready to find my place in
Rap game, don’t need fame, just need a space where
I
all, we get it for ransom
Baby shit, I'mma take off my pamper
Arch your back, I know you a dancer
Eat me up girl, where is your manners
Lenox ave, we fly
as hell man I'm ass backwards
Start smoking with my cuz after
Rolling up like it don't matter
I was wylin in the streets had a 22 close by me
And I'll pop
Plane ride 5 AM
How'd we end up at a dirty hotel down in Memphis?
You're a bedroom guy, I'm a bedroom girl
But you know it don't mean the same
You can find ya boy up in that lab
Get a text from your girl
Like "where is you at"
Hit her with the mean face
Like "why is you mad!?"
Take a sip, then
crucified
By Lucifer, that loosened ties
Between us, can't you see us
So tell me, where is the you in I
She said
"That's the religion that was imposed on us
I can feel it
Day by day, you're drifting farther
I can see it
In your eyes, you've lost the spark
I'm falling apart
Terrified of where your heart is
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