Cellular

My cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact
Bring it back
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My Cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact
Bring it Back
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Money moves
I could have beat it if I wanted to
Might have that on me when I'm coming through
I'm pushing pain past
I see my demons through the stained glass
I drink my whiskey out a stained glass
She won't pull up with the same ass
It left a nigga in a bad way
It left a nigga with a bad taste
And I was still drinking Hypnotiq
I smoke chronic
She in college woah
The whip mileage the gang violence woah
They killed Bill
And we was hunting good will
With no cheese, How the fuck could we freeze?
The dope fiends
The Codeine
The Xan wave
The champagne
A new G campaign

Thats why My...
My cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact
Bring it back
Write a check
My Cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact
Bring it Back
Write a check

I'm selling tracks
Whip up a batch
Batten the hatch
Started from scratch
Don't know my dad
Mans on the road
Prince from a toad
Be on the dope
If he was iffy or shifty we couldn't get cliquey I told him that simply
I wasn't looking for friends I was looking for niggas that really was with me
When I was down and out
I was without an out
I couldn't ride around
Might drop an album now
Show em I'm out and bout
They thought I could't rap
Cause of the rythm crap
I aint pay heed to that
I really needed that
You was believing that
We wasn't seeing that
I heard you niggas need to pray
Be on your knees with that
It was no reason that
They thought that we was cap

My cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact
Bring it back
Write a check
My Cellular is jumping off
Run it up
That's a fact
Bring it Back
Write a check



Credits
Writer(s): Malique Robinson
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