Letras
Yeah, straight to it, uh, yeah
Yeah, what, yeah, straight to it
Truth be, I decided I'm tired
Of all the expectations, biased critics, they lies
Just ask the real G's who divided the pies
Everybody sound fruitful till they sellin' you jive
But I mean truthfully, happy to be alive
Cause where I come from niggas don't really see 25
Even tried to let go, even tried to rewind
But then I realized, shit, damn, I'm wastin' my time
Probably how you feel bout that pen, cause a nigga ain't signed
But I ain't no one trick, bitch, this ain't no damn Ginuwine
Yeah, okay, so yeah, I might've had a couple of vibes
Boy I swear I know how to pick 'em, a nine is a nine
Just a lil something nigga, just to pass through the time
Cause ain't the type of nigga that's gon' fuck up what it is mine, yeah
Truth be, yeah, your feelings I'll spare
So due I'll tell, shawty think she Adele
Obviously, she insecure, you could tell
Just a black man fell in love with women, man, that's not fair
Foreign flow, wrote this shit with a Mont Blanc
Invest in stock with my niggas at the Lux
Hit Gav for the Off-White tux, what?
I'm just livin' life, why worry about the next man?
Why bitties gettin' mad like the fuck we textin'
Like, damn, I can't never have no fuckin' text friends
Like damn, I can't have no text friends?