Letras
I ain't drop one song on purpose
Had to make em wait
Like it's GTA
Im that same n when they close them curtains
I never switch up
I just had to get away (same n)
You know my bag different
It make me act different
I know I'm mad different
If you was pose to be my n then why the math different
Money even change believers like a bad Christian
Couple of albums before this and they wouldn't even listen
Back then I use to spit pain on every verse
Cuz even the ones that I said that I love wanted to see me hurt
I guess you got to share temporary love for that Birkin purse
I guess that just how it works
Mama was like Joe Jackson always made me come home with a hit
B swear they be the one
But I could just clone me a b
Ballers from back then feel like they
Shawn kemp with this s
N my life a movie for real
This ain't a movie skit
(Yo bro pass that blunt I still got some more s to say)
(Turn me up real quick)
I know they praying on my downfall
Money made them switch up it's a lot n I can't account for
Birthday celebrations only few events I go out for
Call them labels I'm kicking s down baby joker no more locked doors
I don't know how many albums I got left just got to be honest with you
My ex want to know why she block
B cuz I'm on timing with you
Wasn't even a ex b
I was just vibin with you
And some of yall wasn't my people
I was just surviving with you