Melody, Pt. 4

Broken poems wrote on broken screens
I fell asleep woke up and wrote my dreams
They throwin bs over cs
I think id rather be overseas
Smokin dope and got BG on the scene
We built this from the ground you cant say we owe a thing
We got our own wave they tryna be on the team
We saw it comin
We runnin shit like its 4th and 1 n niggas jack
They fuck with us really dont be supporting nothing

These niggas snakes

And to them niggas wanting beef just know we giving steaks
Bc if niggas really wantin smoke just know they getting laced
Keep a glizzy so there aint a place a nigga safe

Gimme space

Dont come killing the vibe ill jot a million rhymes and before a nigga die
Ill pop a million thots and if were up to me id pop a million glocks
Bc when money comin up you get a million opps

Niggas wanting hand outs
Then they try to line you when you tell em put they hand down

All my niggas stand out so ill be dammed if imma gonna stand down
Keep that fire near me like i camp out

Hold up i put the hoes up
My shorty in PA been waiting for 24 months for me to come and hold her

She educated with a good head on her shoulders
Me im educated but id much rather post up

She be aggravated asking when im gonna roll up
Me im in the trap telling her im bout to roll up

I was so conflicted sippin liquor till i throw up
Niggas was on your body till they seen a nigga show up

I know you been waiting
I know you been patient
I know you low key hate me shit i cant even blame it
But if you cant handle this imagine when im famous

Feel like our love cant fade when I'm faded

You know that i mean it when i say it
Aint the type to fake it

Bitches used to gimme they heart and i would break it
But they would do the same shit but i aint on that same shit

I been chasing dreams
I been chasing dreams
Full sprint
Tryna bring that guala home and split it with the bullpin

Quiet shy nigga but I'm never with that bull shit
Stubborn bc im a Taurus that me on my bull shit

Lemme sing to you like the Jackson five
Give you all of me what I have inside
I'll be lying saying I haven't lied
I'll be lying saying I haven't cried

I just smoke my dope tho
Henney imma poor mo
Fucking up my kidneys
But I want some more tho

Cooling by my doley
Or I be with the gang
Always catch me dopey
Good vibes be insane
Everyone who know me
Always been the same
I just want a rolley
Rarri switching lanes
Tryna pay my mother bills
Ain't fucking with the fame
BG be the mobb you ain't fuckin with name
We just tryna have us a good time he tucking in his chain
I guess i cant blame em we living in the jungle
And most of my niggas animals so who am i to tame em
I take what i want so who am i to blame em



Credits
Writer(s): Bg Peets
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