Following a Trend
Following a trend, setting up a lost
It's coming to an end, bet I see the frauds
Stunting in the lens, I been the bigger boss
How a nigga been, fuck what you endorse
Don't let em tell you nothing
Don't let em tell you nothing
They'll make you feel a way
You don't owe these niggas nothin'
I'll lead with discretion, brief I'm wit it, an E for effort
I'll teach a lesson, to eaches own, you receive your blessings
Taking anti-depressants will only breed depression
You slipping, view it as a miss or just a redirection
I need my family, privacy, I don't need attention
You receive acceptance when you do not seek acceptance
I know we guilty as a sinners, I think we bleed repentance
If you not my money streaming in, don't be relentless
Gotta read the Miranda rights 'fore I read this sentence
'Fore I spend the rest of my life with you, Imma need to end it
I swear they smoking so many roaches, I see antennas
Bugging if you think you a leader, man ya being jealous
Everything is a name brand, ya name dropping
I prefer to be Made Man, then made popping
Niggas go with the same plan, and same options
All these niggas you think got it, just ain't got it
Following a trend, setting up a lost
It's coming to an end, bet I see the frauds
Stunting in the lens, I been the bigger boss
How a nigga been, fuck what you endorse
Don't let em tell you nothing
Don't let em tell you nothing
They'll make you feel a way
You don't owe these niggas nothin'
She buff and suck the tip until the semen drip
I'm overseas with it, you oversee your shift
I know the story bro, it's like I seen the script
The soul with a sea of streams on a fishing trip
Take the bank, know ya hoe be dancing on my fishing pole
Fuck a shot, pour that fucking liquor in my fishing bowl
Make it twerk, that bitch work it out until my muscle swole
Muscle hit, my goon take shot like "where the muscle"
Ofcourse, all ya weed harsh, this that mid jar
No games, running with the cloud, shit like Midgard
Ya don't want smoke, I'm a bull, ya shit subpar
I'm the big cat, got this shit wrapped, Mumm-Ra
Get yo bitch snatched, get ass in yo bitch back
Get my bitch mad, fight yo bitch, get yo bitch smacked
Break the beats off the instrumental my nigga
And I bet they switch up like Nintendo my nigga
Following a trend, setting up a lost
It's coming to an end, bet I see the frauds
Stunting in the lens, I been the bigger boss
How a nigga been, fuck what you endorse
Don't let em tell you nothing
Don't let em tell you nothing
They'll make you feel a way
You don't owe these niggas nothin'
It's coming to an end, bet I see the frauds
Stunting in the lens, I been the bigger boss
How a nigga been, fuck what you endorse
Don't let em tell you nothing
Don't let em tell you nothing
They'll make you feel a way
You don't owe these niggas nothin'
I'll lead with discretion, brief I'm wit it, an E for effort
I'll teach a lesson, to eaches own, you receive your blessings
Taking anti-depressants will only breed depression
You slipping, view it as a miss or just a redirection
I need my family, privacy, I don't need attention
You receive acceptance when you do not seek acceptance
I know we guilty as a sinners, I think we bleed repentance
If you not my money streaming in, don't be relentless
Gotta read the Miranda rights 'fore I read this sentence
'Fore I spend the rest of my life with you, Imma need to end it
I swear they smoking so many roaches, I see antennas
Bugging if you think you a leader, man ya being jealous
Everything is a name brand, ya name dropping
I prefer to be Made Man, then made popping
Niggas go with the same plan, and same options
All these niggas you think got it, just ain't got it
Following a trend, setting up a lost
It's coming to an end, bet I see the frauds
Stunting in the lens, I been the bigger boss
How a nigga been, fuck what you endorse
Don't let em tell you nothing
Don't let em tell you nothing
They'll make you feel a way
You don't owe these niggas nothin'
She buff and suck the tip until the semen drip
I'm overseas with it, you oversee your shift
I know the story bro, it's like I seen the script
The soul with a sea of streams on a fishing trip
Take the bank, know ya hoe be dancing on my fishing pole
Fuck a shot, pour that fucking liquor in my fishing bowl
Make it twerk, that bitch work it out until my muscle swole
Muscle hit, my goon take shot like "where the muscle"
Ofcourse, all ya weed harsh, this that mid jar
No games, running with the cloud, shit like Midgard
Ya don't want smoke, I'm a bull, ya shit subpar
I'm the big cat, got this shit wrapped, Mumm-Ra
Get yo bitch snatched, get ass in yo bitch back
Get my bitch mad, fight yo bitch, get yo bitch smacked
Break the beats off the instrumental my nigga
And I bet they switch up like Nintendo my nigga
Following a trend, setting up a lost
It's coming to an end, bet I see the frauds
Stunting in the lens, I been the bigger boss
How a nigga been, fuck what you endorse
Don't let em tell you nothing
Don't let em tell you nothing
They'll make you feel a way
You don't owe these niggas nothin'
Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Duke
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