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Ayy, Vezzo, stay the fuck out the kitchen
Hmm
Ayy
Huh
I get in that mode, can't hear nobody but myself
Hmm
I was feeling helpless, why the fuck you ain't come help me?
I was busy
I ain't see the phone ringing or your texts
I tell them no, they be like they couldn't wait to call me selfish
Huh
What the fuck you do for me?
Ain't nobody help me get through all this shit I got through, but me
Four seconds left, we down two, I'ma shoot the three
Me and Max, True Religion jean jackets, it was two degrees
I ain't know nobody I could call, but I knew the fiends
Beast mode, you can see my claws, I'm like Wolverine
Beast mode, talking to my dog 'nem through a screen
This little bitch declining all my calls, wouldn't even let it ring
Huh
It's cool though
Chilling, getting rich, I'm still watching how I move though
I be wanting to just go missing, my baby 'nem be needing shoes though
I can't let 'em catch me slipping, I've been fucking with my shoes on
I got my switch and all you niggas can
Get this shit, I don't care who want it
Walking out the bank, just got a fresh new batch of blue hundreds
Went and got some new numbers
If you can't hold it down, nigga, you shouldn't even dial my number
In April, I got trial, I pray I ain't laying down this summer
Huh
I ain't been getting no sleep, right now
I'm on the road in the town and country
Shows every day of the week, that's a couple hundred thousand
Ayy, I'm back and forth on a plane for
These 'bows, nigga, they flying 'em to me
Ayy
Niggas 'round this bitch hating like hoes, I can sign 'em to me
My nigga, I'm just vending
Riding 'round this bitch daydreaming about a million
Niggas think I made it, they keep asking how I'm feeling
Huh
Asking how I feel
I told 'em regularly the shit I rap about, I do that shit for real
Better stop thinking with my heart
Couldn't let my feelings get me killed
Had to stop popping them Percs, be in my feelings on them pills
Bitch, quit saying you love me, how I know that shit for real?
R.I.P.
John, my brother baby mama got him killed
R.I.P.
Trey, if I was free, my boy would still be here
But it's good I don't be tripping, my nigga shining on me still
I got diamonds on my chest, all on my neck and in my ears
I was playing for a second, now I'm flexing on my peers
Hand on her chest while she caress me
She keep telling me she scared I'ma leave her
I've been running up this paper
I don't be there, she think I'm cheating
I'm a soldier, can't go home until this mission get completed
You know I love you, but if you ain't
With this shit, then you can leave me
Ayy
I get in that mode, can't hear nobody but myself
Hmm
I was feeling helpless, why the fuck you ain't come help me?
I was busy
I ain't see the phone ringing or your texts
I tell 'em no, they be like they couldn't wait to call me selfish