I Was Mad...Take Care
I don't respect how you make fake accounts
So that you could see likes I'm on my photos
I'm doing better without all the bs
I knew you since Nintendo made up the switch
DS and all
Why did you switch
Flickering lights
Beginning to the dim
You like that Tennessee honey
I like to cherish my money
She got her feet on the table
She dancing around while I feel on my private
I fell in love with the silence
Shawty look fly like a pilot
Throwing my phone on the floor
When I'm busy
These niggas deciding to dial in
She got me doing shit that I don't do
But you know I be down for the challenge
Ride it again
Ride it again
You gotta built up that mileage
Drink it like tea with the honey
Eat it like sugar and yams
Don't need a label girl we ain't just friends
With the benefits
Buying groceries with my benefits
And she cook good with the season
What's a toy soldier to a region
I been war bound
Shot stabbed
Angels came to the rescue
I don't like you but I'll bless you
Wouldn't fake smile to impress you
Got my notepad
And my gel pen
With the laid edges
And the gel brush
Fuck niggas can't spell trust
Dumb bitches can't spell bread
My bank account looking well fed
Affirm it
Affirm it
Tell me you know
All the shit you deserve
I got a question would you be prepared
If all of your blessings were right where you stand
I had a vision that things would be different
But obviously that ain't apart of the plan
Obviously you ain't apart of the plan
It ain't physical
Can't handle
What you do to me
Like the trees in the branches
I was bound to leave
While you were doubting me
God had to pick me up
How dare you look me in my face
Like I ain't good enough
Lemonade over Cola
I don't even like soda
Stressed out
Nigga hell nah
Gotta learn to keep your composure
Skin care
With the nails did
Gotta thank God
For them meals fed
Free stu at my boys shed
Ma complaining bout her light bill
But her heartbeat got life still
Too high gotta come down
Tell my neighborhood put the guns down
2 off you better run now
Turn a drunk call into a butt dial
I hate you
Can you come through
To the hotel bring a passport
Gotta think smart
Let the cash speak
Had a work out in the back seat
On the drive home we would hot box
Now I make beats on my laptop
Speed limit bout to slow down
Use to move fast I'm alone now
Hi speed well I don't chase
Well goodbye speed have a swell day
Baby take care know that God's great
So that you could see likes I'm on my photos
I'm doing better without all the bs
I knew you since Nintendo made up the switch
DS and all
Why did you switch
Flickering lights
Beginning to the dim
You like that Tennessee honey
I like to cherish my money
She got her feet on the table
She dancing around while I feel on my private
I fell in love with the silence
Shawty look fly like a pilot
Throwing my phone on the floor
When I'm busy
These niggas deciding to dial in
She got me doing shit that I don't do
But you know I be down for the challenge
Ride it again
Ride it again
You gotta built up that mileage
Drink it like tea with the honey
Eat it like sugar and yams
Don't need a label girl we ain't just friends
With the benefits
Buying groceries with my benefits
And she cook good with the season
What's a toy soldier to a region
I been war bound
Shot stabbed
Angels came to the rescue
I don't like you but I'll bless you
Wouldn't fake smile to impress you
Got my notepad
And my gel pen
With the laid edges
And the gel brush
Fuck niggas can't spell trust
Dumb bitches can't spell bread
My bank account looking well fed
Affirm it
Affirm it
Tell me you know
All the shit you deserve
I got a question would you be prepared
If all of your blessings were right where you stand
I had a vision that things would be different
But obviously that ain't apart of the plan
Obviously you ain't apart of the plan
It ain't physical
Can't handle
What you do to me
Like the trees in the branches
I was bound to leave
While you were doubting me
God had to pick me up
How dare you look me in my face
Like I ain't good enough
Lemonade over Cola
I don't even like soda
Stressed out
Nigga hell nah
Gotta learn to keep your composure
Skin care
With the nails did
Gotta thank God
For them meals fed
Free stu at my boys shed
Ma complaining bout her light bill
But her heartbeat got life still
Too high gotta come down
Tell my neighborhood put the guns down
2 off you better run now
Turn a drunk call into a butt dial
I hate you
Can you come through
To the hotel bring a passport
Gotta think smart
Let the cash speak
Had a work out in the back seat
On the drive home we would hot box
Now I make beats on my laptop
Speed limit bout to slow down
Use to move fast I'm alone now
Hi speed well I don't chase
Well goodbye speed have a swell day
Baby take care know that God's great
Credits
Writer(s): Angelique Yarborough
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