No Drama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
B*tch I'm on my grind, tryna get my money straight
I got money on my mind, you can see it in my face
They be acting like I'm blind homie I can see the hate
They just wait for you to shine then try to steal your plate
When you get that stack, yeah it comes with some fuckery
We can take it back when they didn't really fuck wit me
Found out that I rap now they tryna say what's up to me
All that fake shit wack and it really be disgusting me
You gotta work for my respect, that ain't something I just give out
Chilling with lil' shawty 'till she tried to take my dick out
Knew that she was crazy when she said she wanted kids now
Gone for a minute but they notice what it is now
Call me daddy but I'm not your father, this ain't Maury
Stuck in your ways, you too old to be sorry
Go and get some money, when you got it you can call me
Ain't reaching out my hand when all you did was try to dog me
I did this on my own, by my self, it was all me
I never asked for help, yeah that's what the struggle taught me
Look what it cost me
I don't trust nobody
My heart's too cold like a Dairy Queen frosty
Feelings went numb, I ain't even got a heartbeat
Mama hit my cell I'm like "What's up why you call me?"
She tell me watch my health, I be looking like a zombie
I tell her it's okay 'cause I know that god got me
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
I see you throwing stones, but you livin' in a glass house
He was good in school, but he saying that he trap now
With no due respect, you wasn't raised in no trap house
He sitting in the cell, turning bitch, he got a rat mouth
Niggas wanna be everything except themselves
I can only trust my bros and family, no one else
Tried to take me down, now it's fuck 'em cuz they failed
Niggas really try to test like I won't end up in a cell
Yeah I might of took the wrong way
I still came a long way
From skipping in the hallway
And asking for that song play
Sipping on that Bombay
I been drunk like all day
You gon' need some Allstate
Depending what the job pay
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
B*tch I'm on my grind, tryna get my money straight
I got money on my mind, you can see it in my face
They be acting like I'm blind homie I can see the hate
They just wait for you to shine then try to steal your plate
When you get that stack, yeah it comes with some fuckery
We can take it back when they didn't really fuck wit me
Found out that I rap now they tryna say what's up to me
All that fake shit wack and it really be disgusting me
You gotta work for my respect, that ain't something I just give out
Chilling with lil' shawty 'till she tried to take my dick out
Knew that she was crazy when she said she wanted kids now
Gone for a minute but they notice what it is now
Call me daddy but I'm not your father, this ain't Maury
Stuck in your ways, you too old to be sorry
Go and get some money, when you got it you can call me
Ain't reaching out my hand when all you did was try to dog me
I did this on my own, by my self, it was all me
I never asked for help, yeah that's what the struggle taught me
Look what it cost me
I don't trust nobody
My heart's too cold like a Dairy Queen frosty
Feelings went numb, I ain't even got a heartbeat
Mama hit my cell I'm like "What's up why you call me?"
She tell me watch my health, I be looking like a zombie
I tell her it's okay 'cause I know that god got me
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
I see you throwing stones, but you livin' in a glass house
He was good in school, but he saying that he trap now
With no due respect, you wasn't raised in no trap house
He sitting in the cell, turning bitch, he got a rat mouth
Niggas wanna be everything except themselves
I can only trust my bros and family, no one else
Tried to take me down, now it's fuck 'em cuz they failed
Niggas really try to test like I won't end up in a cell
Yeah I might of took the wrong way
I still came a long way
From skipping in the hallway
And asking for that song play
Sipping on that Bombay
I been drunk like all day
You gon' need some Allstate
Depending what the job pay
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
She said "What are we?", after that I didn't call her
You're not what I need
I'm too worried bout them commas
No drama
Blowin' up just like osama
I don't love you if you ain't my money or my mama
Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Washington
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