Tell These Folks
How it's post to go
What you wanna know
This how it is
While I level up
Had enough yeah I'm fed up
PAC said 2pac to keep my head up & that's just what I'm gon do
Got my focus on me put yo focus on you
Use to didn't have a clue
No I'm lying had a few a gang of em they was blue showing folks
That I can do anything that I wanna do
Not gon run from you just gon stunt on you
Folks always wanna tell you what you doin wrong
But don't wanna tell ya how to fix it if it's wrong
Fuck goin on
Leave me alone
Yeen actin grown I'll be fine on my own
Been home alone put my hands to my cheeks eyes
And mouth wide open like let the bitch speak
Let the bitch eat she skinny as hell hungry yeah
I'm tryna go to heaven
They tryna give me hell
Fuck these folks
Oh well
They real I can't tell
How they want ya in a cell but acting like they got ya bail
(Man these folks lame as hell)
How they want ya in a cell but acting like they got ya bail
Tell these folks thats just hoe its post to go
Tell these folks exactly what they wanna know
Tell these folks exactly how you know it is
Tell these folks not to play with these kids
Talk is cheap why I'm a broke bitch
I been talkin too much why I can't focus
Fighting other folks emotions like I know
They noticed me distance myself from the hocus pocus
Like ya know I'm tryna blossom like a lotus
In the world in my bubble folks tryna burst it
YEAHUH
Go get the lovers cause ion believe the killers
God control my life I know it ain't no one realer
What you wanna know
This how it is
While I level up
Had enough yeah I'm fed up
PAC said 2pac to keep my head up & that's just what I'm gon do
Got my focus on me put yo focus on you
Use to didn't have a clue
No I'm lying had a few a gang of em they was blue showing folks
That I can do anything that I wanna do
Not gon run from you just gon stunt on you
Folks always wanna tell you what you doin wrong
But don't wanna tell ya how to fix it if it's wrong
Fuck goin on
Leave me alone
Yeen actin grown I'll be fine on my own
Been home alone put my hands to my cheeks eyes
And mouth wide open like let the bitch speak
Let the bitch eat she skinny as hell hungry yeah
I'm tryna go to heaven
They tryna give me hell
Fuck these folks
Oh well
They real I can't tell
How they want ya in a cell but acting like they got ya bail
(Man these folks lame as hell)
How they want ya in a cell but acting like they got ya bail
Tell these folks thats just hoe its post to go
Tell these folks exactly what they wanna know
Tell these folks exactly how you know it is
Tell these folks not to play with these kids
Talk is cheap why I'm a broke bitch
I been talkin too much why I can't focus
Fighting other folks emotions like I know
They noticed me distance myself from the hocus pocus
Like ya know I'm tryna blossom like a lotus
In the world in my bubble folks tryna burst it
YEAHUH
Go get the lovers cause ion believe the killers
God control my life I know it ain't no one realer
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Writer(s): Jocelyn Mcgarrah
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