May 3rd

Yea
Standing on top of a triple beam
Sometimes tip the scale
Just to keep the balance
But I ain't mean no malice
Got love in my heart
You just gotta play the part
Niggas pushing buttons
Like a push to start
You need a keep your distance
Come any closer
Now you bouta meet the soldier
War ready
Put you 6 ft under
Watch it all fade to black
Like Steve wonder
That's a blunder
Twitters fingers
No longer working
I guess the screen cracked
Run it back
You can tell ya niggas this
On some 2020 vision
You ain't seeing me
Fucking up my vibe
Nigga this gone be your eulogy
Truthfully
I can take you any day
If it's gotta be this Way
Yea
Oh so troublesome
Elephant in the room
I just find this shit amusing
Back on my bullshit
Like them boys in '96
I'm with the shits

Switching lanes
Ice in my veins
I'm on a whole another level
Best stop playing games
Clown shit
Mask off
Gloves off
Fuck love
Now I gotta do what I gotta do
Don't get too comfortable
For anything that I desire
I just flipped the switch
I guess that's shots fired
Finna set this whole bitch on fire
Point bank period
Like a twitter girl
You just livin in my world
Need some flowers for my vases
I'm tryna go some places
Different cities every night
I'm just tryna do it right
Yea
Scales tipping in my favor
Nothing major
I just wonder what happens later



Credits
Writer(s): Antwan Fider
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