Uh
It's therapeutic
I hate doing doing intros by the way
Yeah
Never thought I'd be talking from this position
I thought that shit was love when we was cooking in the kitchen
I guess niggas will hate you for potential
Weren't down top do the frame work
How you mad you ain't make the picture
And back when I was on the ground you ain't offer no dime
Now you're sidelined I'm getting rich yup
And this for all of the times we slept on nothing
Dawg how you pissed off
When all I did was show love and cheered your grind
While I was puss poor
Happy as a brother would so what the f*ck is this dawg
Scary hours the closest ones be turnings foes
Same okes that took an oath and called me bro
Same ones that swore for my blood they'd go to war
A dagger through my back for a f*ckin' centerpiece
I thought we'd get it all then share equal cent a piece
And from this point on man I just want some peace
Of mind of course
What the f*ck you thought this is
On IG niggas claim they're really f*cking the game up I checked man they still humping
Always working my girl said you should chill honey
But my will got me working towards Uncle Phil money
Yet to touch on my obsession with beautiful women
My type are the ones I meet on nights I won't remember
Scary august texts about what we did in December
But I move like a goon baby I'm always strapped up
The cargo is precious it's always bubble wrapped up
But should the day come soon best believe I'll step up
And I hope that it's not you
No offence but how you play girl I don't hear the mom tune
And these nights that seem to do nothing but run your cash out
Are what you live for so best believe i know better than to wife you
Don't you start to I will stifle conversation end it before it even start boo
Mastered the games when they were bettering
Down played feelings for women I saw forever in
And I played games for about 30 it wasn't a minute thing
But I still believe luck is she that'll get what's left of me
Pick up the phone wish I could call
Tell to come back we gotta do the nasty
Tell I miss you and I hope you're happy
Tell we gotta hit Paris like we always planned to
Oh how quick we plateaued
I'm sorry I was that dude
Go you know I had to
For your sake and mine too
Our goals you know I tried to score but I wasn't that good
And no I never lied to your face when I said I want to
Sometimes I wonder if I could fix it with still
Maybe will
I know might
Maybe will
Maybe still
But whenever they try it
I just lol
And my obsession with the working is just getting worse
Club feeling guilty like I should be putting in the work
The f*ck is all this worth
Might see some bitches twerking they work it
Might bust a nut in one but I'll be feeling worse
Blessing and a f*cking curse
If I curve they say I'm cursed
'Cause her curves already made her case
My mind swerved but in any case
I'll be waking up alone tomorrow
'Cause I came back to the studio to record this
I'm better off
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Uh
It's therapeutic
I hate doing doing intros by the way
Yeah
Never thought I'd be talking from this position
I thought that shit was love when we was cooking in the kitchen
I guess niggas will hate you for potential
Weren't down top do the frame work
How you mad you ain't make the picture
And back when I was on the ground you ain't offer no dime
Now you're sidelined I'm getting rich yup
And this for all of the times we slept on nothing
Dawg how you pissed off
When all I did was show love and cheered your grind
While I was puss poor
Happy as a brother would so what the f*ck is this dawg
Scary hours the closest ones be turnings foes
Same okes that took an oath and called me bro
Same ones that swore for my blood they'd go to war
A dagger through my back for a f*ckin' centerpiece
I thought we'd get it all then share equal cent a piece
And from this point on man I just want some peace
Of mind of course
What the f*ck you thought this is
On IG niggas claim they're really f*cking the game up I checked man they still humping
Always working my girl said you should chill honey
But my will got me working towards Uncle Phil money
Yet to touch on my obsession with beautiful women
My type are the ones I meet on nights I won't remember
Scary august texts about what we did in December
But I move like a goon baby I'm always strapped up
The cargo is precious it's always bubble wrapped up
But should the day come soon best believe I'll step up
And I hope that it's not you
No offence but how you play girl I don't hear the mom tune
And these nights that seem to do nothing but run your cash out
Are what you live for so best believe i know better than to wife you
Don't you start to I will stifle conversation end it before it even start boo
Mastered the games when they were bettering
Down played feelings for women I saw forever in
And I played games for about 30 it wasn't a minute thing
But I still believe luck is she that'll get what's left of me
Pick up the phone wish I could call
Tell to come back we gotta do the nasty
Tell I miss you and I hope you're happy
Tell we gotta hit Paris like we always planned to
Oh how quick we plateaued
I'm sorry I was that dude
Go you know I had to
For your sake and mine too
Our goals you know I tried to score but I wasn't that good
And no I never lied to your face when I said I want to
Sometimes I wonder if I could fix it with still
Maybe will
I know might
Maybe will
Maybe still
But whenever they try it
I just lol
And my obsession with the working is just getting worse
Club feeling guilty like I should be putting in the work
The f*ck is all this worth
Might see some bitches twerking they work it
Might bust a nut in one but I'll be feeling worse
Blessing and a f*cking curse
If I curve they say I'm cursed
'Cause her curves already made her case
My mind swerved but in any case
I'll be waking up alone tomorrow
'Cause I came back to the studio to record this
I'm better off
It's therapeutic
I hate doing doing intros by the way
Yeah
Never thought I'd be talking from this position
I thought that shit was love when we was cooking in the kitchen
I guess niggas will hate you for potential
Weren't down top do the frame work
How you mad you ain't make the picture
And back when I was on the ground you ain't offer no dime
Now you're sidelined I'm getting rich yup
And this for all of the times we slept on nothing
Dawg how you pissed off
When all I did was show love and cheered your grind
While I was puss poor
Happy as a brother would so what the f*ck is this dawg
Scary hours the closest ones be turnings foes
Same okes that took an oath and called me bro
Same ones that swore for my blood they'd go to war
A dagger through my back for a f*ckin' centerpiece
I thought we'd get it all then share equal cent a piece
And from this point on man I just want some peace
Of mind of course
What the f*ck you thought this is
On IG niggas claim they're really f*cking the game up I checked man they still humping
Always working my girl said you should chill honey
But my will got me working towards Uncle Phil money
Yet to touch on my obsession with beautiful women
My type are the ones I meet on nights I won't remember
Scary august texts about what we did in December
But I move like a goon baby I'm always strapped up
The cargo is precious it's always bubble wrapped up
But should the day come soon best believe I'll step up
And I hope that it's not you
No offence but how you play girl I don't hear the mom tune
And these nights that seem to do nothing but run your cash out
Are what you live for so best believe i know better than to wife you
Don't you start to I will stifle conversation end it before it even start boo
Mastered the games when they were bettering
Down played feelings for women I saw forever in
And I played games for about 30 it wasn't a minute thing
But I still believe luck is she that'll get what's left of me
Pick up the phone wish I could call
Tell to come back we gotta do the nasty
Tell I miss you and I hope you're happy
Tell we gotta hit Paris like we always planned to
Oh how quick we plateaued
I'm sorry I was that dude
Go you know I had to
For your sake and mine too
Our goals you know I tried to score but I wasn't that good
And no I never lied to your face when I said I want to
Sometimes I wonder if I could fix it with still
Maybe will
I know might
Maybe will
Maybe still
But whenever they try it
I just lol
And my obsession with the working is just getting worse
Club feeling guilty like I should be putting in the work
The f*ck is all this worth
Might see some bitches twerking they work it
Might bust a nut in one but I'll be feeling worse
Blessing and a f*cking curse
If I curve they say I'm cursed
'Cause her curves already made her case
My mind swerved but in any case
I'll be waking up alone tomorrow
'Cause I came back to the studio to record this
I'm better off