Lyrics
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like mimes
A few days - i aint been sober
Almost there drop - niggas is over
Smoking on luckie (Lucky)
Rolled up a clover
Get thru’ the vent
They smellin’ the odor
Choose a side
White socks wit’ the puma slides
Get him fitted for a suit and tie
A casket to fit you inside
I make the rules nigga you obliged
People doubted till’ i grew alive
Walk in - excuse me - move aside
Now you gotta’ swallow
And chew your pride
It's do or die
I’m ready
In da’ partment wit’ parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From the side they let it rip, bey blades
If i’m hungry send her up to JJ’s
And my bae beige
Fuck me good
She gon’ need a pay raise
Bitch it’s pay day
Everytime you see her she gon’ have a new style on her head
Word to ray j
Pull up wit’ a cleopattra
Shoutout cleotrappa
I don't see no rappers ya’ll a zero factor
Bitch its raw, and like a mirror read it backwards
Who competing after?
If yo’ life a book i wouldn’t read yo chapters
They scared of me
I motivate niggas like gary vee
I did a ad for shea mousture
Now all of the older bitches wanna’ marry me
Hit from the back and that shit be so fat
It be clapping
Remind me of cherokee’s
Buzz getting heavy these niggas can’t carry me
They wasnt aware of me
I play yo’ new shit and it sound like a parody
Shit so hilariously
I left the house and miss tonya took care of me
I been through so much man i’ma need therapy
Fuck you and you and the ones u compare to me
Tell her while i'm livin' better cherish me
Woah
Try to hold in my savage
But all these fuck niggas keep daring me
Aye
Takin’ my chances
Takin’ my time
I'm payin my dues
You payin' dem fines
You niggas actin recitin dem lines
Boxed in, you moving like mimes
Been a few days
I ain't been sober
When the album drop
Niggas is over
Smokin’ on lucky
Rolled up a clover
Get thru the vent
They smellin' the odor
At boregard listening party
I’m talking to jaye
Making my way through the crowd
Sorry man, pardon my fade
Many decisions i make
That leave me often amazed
Talking bout' vices and how that shit get me lost in a maze
Shit got me thinking of fasting
Thinking of parting my ways
With all my bad habits
Shit got me cautious-afraid
Cause when i drop these records
I’m putting my heart on display
What if i’m not good enough
I honestly thought it for days
They all know we from zone 6
If we don't eat wings
You know we get homesick
Piece of mind for me is pussy and long spliffs
Call my shorty sunset cause she bringing me calmness
Won’t forget riding marta
After all of them long shifts
Its less and more to do
Its things that matter more
Like connect four wit’ shu
My niece lost her tooth
My nephew finna’ be two
Granny died at 92
I’ve had lots to prove
Since twenty ten
Always got to the plug
I skip over middle men
I never been perfect
I know i committed many sins
I been a liar
I been a target by many men
But on god being broke is the worst shit
We ever been
Industry costing me sanity
And many friends
That left the door open
Enough just to let the devil in
Carrying burdens
Don’t got no energy left
Girl u used to pass on me
Do you remember me yet?
My hi top is like identity theft
You say i’m the only one
I ain't see you in sum months
I hit yo’ bathroom and see a pregnancy test
That’s entertaining
Its negative
Silent celebrations
The one i’d rather be with got her own arrangements
So if i fuck another girl
Then i pretend like she’s the one i lay with
Yelling times up for it
There ain't no running from this life i know i signed up for it
I know i climbed up for it
They wonder if i had my funds yet?
Bitches spying on me
Probably want me for a pub check
Requesting cashapps
And we ain’t even fall in love yet
Steady budging with bitches for a budget
Hard liquor and rough sex
She on top of the dick while my chain
Dangle from her neck
She know she gotta’ climb up for it
Ain’t no running from this shit
She know she signed up for it
Ain’t no running from this shit
She know she signed up for it
WRITERS
QUINTIN TALBERT, WILLIAM BUGGS, WILLIAM STAN FOWLER
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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