[ Featuring
Mez ]
What you saying?
Baby, hey what you saying?
Let me know what you saying.
What you saying?
Yeah I know you f*ck with me but still baby
I'm bleeding out
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
Yeah I know you f*ck with me but still baby
I'm leaving now
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
Southside Mez through the snow and the sleet with ya'
Jumping, I'm a whole athlete with ya
Niggas talking bout tryna link with ya
I been on my vegan ain't even tryna meet with ya
Ephesians, pray that God keep from the demons
Pray that God keep me from a Neimans
I'll blow a check like niggas blow court with subpoenas
Then make it back in a evening
Do wild shit when you know that you're a genius
Don't trust shit how you make it to your zenith
Niggas say it's all love but the president of your fan club could turn out like Selena's
Lotta hoes but it's not a lotta queens yeah
Lotta niggas but it's not a lotta kings yeah
Lotta designers but it's not a lotta Hiroshi Fujiwara's doing Parking at Ginza
I was surrounded by art as a teen
I saw art in niggas packing a beam
I've seen God in niggas who don't ever speak Him
I've seen hate in people talking bout Jesus
Obviously that's a case to case thing
Murder a rapper a face to face thing
Niggas got a lotta lines but them shits stay around I could wipe them off like Beijing, yeah
So it's no need to diss
Rappers can't talk bout pain with me
I been through real as it gets
Now it's f*ck it ,it is what it is
But know y'all better stop playing with me
Imma be on the list
Im on 10 til no pulse on my wrist
When she ask me I tell her like this
Yeah I know you f*ck with me but still baby
I'm bleeding out
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
Yeah I know you f*ck with me but still baby
I'm leaving now
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
God don't call on the qualified ya'll
He just qualified the niggas he called
I been one them niggas since I was small
We at St. Aug catch us at Shaw
Watching niggas ball knew I would ball
Not like dribbling I never was tall
When I ball I ball in Louis Vuitton
We in summer this ain't out til the fall
I-40 all the traffic
Like the Red Sea all the brake lights
But I'll split it for ya on a late night
Call on you if the cake right
You a angel though darling
All this money been calling
Tell God I been calling
Yeah I know you f*ck with me but still baby
I'm bleeding out
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
Yeah I know you f*ck with me but still baby
I'm leaving now
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
