Easily
I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Got tossed to the side by one of my own
I thought she would ride
I let her inside she left me alone
She doubling back
I'm done wit the chat please stay out my phone
A couple of stacks a couple of tracks
You know how it go
Please stop messaging me
I don't feel the same no honestly I really don't
You was just sayin the same oh that's insane
Dose of the irony woah
Ain't even look at my face and that right away let me know you lied to me jo
I just hope someone proud of me yo
I just hope someone proud of me yo
Slides and a backpack up on wattpad Fuck it's math class
And now I gotta track back
Flow is sicker than hazmat
Have at a couple of rap tracks and I hope that just one of em going up
By the time they do mufuckas know wassup
If not hope they catch up I ain't slowing up till they notice us
Royalty on the map whole team can't collapse
Fuck up some tree ina breeze where we at
Winter breeze ina past
Now I'm the bees knees up on these beats beat and repeat on a track
Notebook a cheat sheet
I don't need sleep
I just heat seek when I spaz
And I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
I spent a lot of my time wit god on my side and nobody else
Why I don't ask for nobody help
Be like fuck I'll do it myself ain't tripping if it ain't improving my wealth
I really can't stop it honest if it ain't filling my pockets promised
I was gon get a whole lot for momma
So for that I need a lot of commas
Only racking up proper karma here for the dividends not the drama
I'll make a milly in my pajamas
Never could go to the streets to get hit with a piece these niggas got Dalai lamas
I'm the type that's gon be not forgotten
The type that's gon be not forgotten
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Got tossed to the side by one of my own
I thought she would ride
I let her inside she left me alone
She doubling back
I'm done wit the chat please stay out my phone
A couple of stacks a couple of tracks
You know how it go
Please stop messaging me
I don't feel the same no honestly I really don't
You was just sayin the same oh that's insane
Dose of the irony woah
Ain't even look at my face and that right away let me know you lied to me jo
I just hope someone proud of me yo
I just hope someone proud of me yo
Slides and a backpack up on wattpad Fuck it's math class
And now I gotta track back
Flow is sicker than hazmat
Have at a couple of rap tracks and I hope that just one of em going up
By the time they do mufuckas know wassup
If not hope they catch up I ain't slowing up till they notice us
Royalty on the map whole team can't collapse
Fuck up some tree ina breeze where we at
Winter breeze ina past
Now I'm the bees knees up on these beats beat and repeat on a track
Notebook a cheat sheet
I don't need sleep
I just heat seek when I spaz
And I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
I could have em all
They could be wit me
We could have a ball
Do it easily
But when I cry by my side
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
Who gon be wit me
I spent a lot of my time wit god on my side and nobody else
Why I don't ask for nobody help
Be like fuck I'll do it myself ain't tripping if it ain't improving my wealth
I really can't stop it honest if it ain't filling my pockets promised
I was gon get a whole lot for momma
So for that I need a lot of commas
Only racking up proper karma here for the dividends not the drama
I'll make a milly in my pajamas
Never could go to the streets to get hit with a piece these niggas got Dalai lamas
I'm the type that's gon be not forgotten
The type that's gon be not forgotten
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Writer(s): Zaire Brooks
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