It's Been Written
Lately I've been dripping
Pull up late, and I've been sipping
They dont want no heat no friction
They just telling lies all fiction
I think im their new addiction
Think that shit causes afflictions
I dont dig pain up like ditches
Mix elixirs filled with liquor
I've been lifted getting richer
All my niggas got ambition
Fuck the system i want millions
Fuck their hate fuck their feelings
Fuck their swag fuck tradition
Better up your new prescription
Because Dudes have clearly lost it
Better start an expedition
I go missing I won't fix it
Cant afford no propositions
Cant come forth with oppositions
I guess I'm just too damn close
Keep these lames at social distance
They still wasting time just bitching
Bitching more than all my bitches
Battle me see where that gets you
Think again but then think bigger
Where you go know I won't miss you
I used to hold you close
Now all I hold is intuition
On my game and I aint switching
Picture me in your condition
Move sneaky like politicians
No authority in my mission
I just wish things could have been different
Ya know
Think they're still talking to the old me
Ya know
They wanna dance then we can put on a show
The more you think you know
The less that you know
There's nothing to boast
I just hate suspicion
Keep yourself inside a prison
All your wrong that gets omission
I dont care enough to list it
I hardly care enough to listen
If you're listening you're forgiven
Just keep yourself at a distance
Don't come near me its been written
Yeah yeah it's been written
Yeah its been written
Pull up late, and I've been sipping
They dont want no heat no friction
They just telling lies all fiction
I think im their new addiction
Think that shit causes afflictions
I dont dig pain up like ditches
Mix elixirs filled with liquor
I've been lifted getting richer
All my niggas got ambition
Fuck the system i want millions
Fuck their hate fuck their feelings
Fuck their swag fuck tradition
Better up your new prescription
Because Dudes have clearly lost it
Better start an expedition
I go missing I won't fix it
Cant afford no propositions
Cant come forth with oppositions
I guess I'm just too damn close
Keep these lames at social distance
They still wasting time just bitching
Bitching more than all my bitches
Battle me see where that gets you
Think again but then think bigger
Where you go know I won't miss you
I used to hold you close
Now all I hold is intuition
On my game and I aint switching
Picture me in your condition
Move sneaky like politicians
No authority in my mission
I just wish things could have been different
Ya know
Think they're still talking to the old me
Ya know
They wanna dance then we can put on a show
The more you think you know
The less that you know
There's nothing to boast
I just hate suspicion
Keep yourself inside a prison
All your wrong that gets omission
I dont care enough to list it
I hardly care enough to listen
If you're listening you're forgiven
Just keep yourself at a distance
Don't come near me its been written
Yeah yeah it's been written
Yeah its been written
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Writer(s): Shana Loach
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