Lonely Seminar
I swear it comes a time
When you lying & being humble
Let these niggas know who you is
Last man standing
Royal rumble
& I already had them hoes
So you know it's
Mike Jones when I bubble
Flexin hard i'm cramping muscles
& I know you gon leave
So that's why a nigga chasing money
& Nigga I speak from my stomach
Can't forget when I was hungry
Dreamin' bou riches
Mackin' them bitches
All while a nigga bummy
& Now i'm up
I bet when you see me
This shit not funny
I was starving
Eating peanut butter up out the jar
It was so cold
I couldn't feel my feet
I was sleeping in my car
My stomach was talking to me
I don't need you to tell me to go hard
Now I got lil baby up on my dick
Cause she know we goin far
& Baby I don't want tha praise
But I need the doubt
Come to Figuero
& See what this pimpin about
Who like to run her mouth
The King of all Flos
Jus listen to see, i'm neva ina drought
& I swear i'm done
Dwelling ona past
Tryna invest this lil money
I'm tryna make it last
huh
When they see you down bad
You find the friends you had
Muthafuckas always hate
But all I do is laugh
You think lil baby a model
But to me she was borrowed
That pussy ain tight nomorre
Like tha tank top on that nigga lotto
Smoking on all of this pain
& I'm sipping down my sorrow
Gotta keep it trill
Cause I might not see the light tomorrow
When you lying & being humble
Let these niggas know who you is
Last man standing
Royal rumble
& I already had them hoes
So you know it's
Mike Jones when I bubble
Flexin hard i'm cramping muscles
& I know you gon leave
So that's why a nigga chasing money
& Nigga I speak from my stomach
Can't forget when I was hungry
Dreamin' bou riches
Mackin' them bitches
All while a nigga bummy
& Now i'm up
I bet when you see me
This shit not funny
I was starving
Eating peanut butter up out the jar
It was so cold
I couldn't feel my feet
I was sleeping in my car
My stomach was talking to me
I don't need you to tell me to go hard
Now I got lil baby up on my dick
Cause she know we goin far
& Baby I don't want tha praise
But I need the doubt
Come to Figuero
& See what this pimpin about
Who like to run her mouth
The King of all Flos
Jus listen to see, i'm neva ina drought
& I swear i'm done
Dwelling ona past
Tryna invest this lil money
I'm tryna make it last
huh
When they see you down bad
You find the friends you had
Muthafuckas always hate
But all I do is laugh
You think lil baby a model
But to me she was borrowed
That pussy ain tight nomorre
Like tha tank top on that nigga lotto
Smoking on all of this pain
& I'm sipping down my sorrow
Gotta keep it trill
Cause I might not see the light tomorrow
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Writer(s): Deon Kendrick
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