Yea
Could give a f#ck about yo’ latest
Yea
Could give a f#ck about yo’ latest
We finna spend a weekend out in Vegas
I was just in Cali, shootin’ videos
Tryna f*ck with saditty hoes
They actin’ bougie, I’m really just tryna conversate
We up in Louis, I’m askin’ Frank as I contemplate
Whether or not the monogram is a little much
But money isn’t real so what’s a couple bucks?
Vanilla French Toast, ring me up a ounce
Once we hit the Marathon Cultivation, we gotta bounce
They want the rental back at 12 but we ain’t gon’ make it
Just tell ‘em run it up, that samе card’ll take it
These typе of feelings I’m really learning not to ignore
I’m staying away from people that wanna even scores
Cause then you do the most & they want even more
They want you to pass the ball to not even score
I’m treading lightly
I’m treating people politely
I know it come back to bite me if I’m out here on some wild sh#t
I can’t be acting like a man on some child sh#t
Like who gon’ nurture homies’ daughter while on trial?
Shit
There’s bigger problems, I don’t wanna be made an example
Of when everything goes to sh#t, all your dreams get trampled
But stand tall, face adversity, that’s what a man do
Cause God’ll never give us nothing that we cannot handle!
RIP to all my homies, the dearly departed
I haven’t felt this type of pain since the time I started
I start to think to myself that we on the up & up
But somebody dropped a dime, now my homie f#cked
Got me trippin’
Like how could you put him in that position?
Like why would you jeopardize everything we’ve built?
But we gon’ see if water’s thicker when your blood get spilt
I could go on for weeks about peoples’ f#ckery
Ima tell you now, this is not a good week to f#ck with me
Tryna see wassup with me
Same moment I’m leaving out
I will not be satisfied until we got you bleeding out
Pleading out, see I always thought you was a b#tch
Cut throat tendencies, now I hear that you turned a snitch
I would say that I’m surprised but you’ll know I’m lying
I bet before they interrogated, you started crying
I hate a cheese eating rat, where yo’ backbone?
Probably gave up dates everytime that you bought a pack home
How you call yourself a hustler and cut your flow?
You always said you was a fan but never made a show
I’m taking everything people say with a grain of salt
I take accountability, even when not my fault
I guess some people would probably see me to be mature
But I’m finding peace in leaving when I’m never sure
When all else fails, I got integrity
I know that life gets worse, i pray the best for me
They say write what’s wrong and that’s my speciality
When all else fails, I got integrity
I know that life gets worse, i pray the best for me
They say write what’s wrong and that’s my speciality
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