Untitled
I been out of character
Drunk, wild, and arrogant
Long talks with Erica
I need some type of therapy
l need you here for clarity
I need you here for therapy
Don't treat me like I'm charity
Don't look at my disparity
My teeth crooked
But my raps straight
I don't pray
But I don't lack faith
My legs tired from
This rat race
I type your name
Then I backspace
I think about it
Til I'm shit faced
Love is home
But I'm displaced
I fell involve with
My mistakes
My regrets feel
Like disgrace
I feel like Biggie, Pac and Pun
When I get this off I'm done
I wish we would've kept our son
When you left I wasn't done
I feel like they trying to play me for a lil ho or something
Ryan asked if I trusted any when she saw my gun
I talk my shit, you burn your sage
I hide my fears, you lurk my page
You living good, I feel betrayed
You posting still, I took a break
Who are you when you off yo phone?
Can I go and just play my song?
I don't know if I'm right or wrong
I don't feel like city is home
They shot my cousin
Ain't do shit and that fuck with me
I got your name tatted on my brain
And it's stuck with me
If you gone end up leaving then
Don't fuck with me
I love too hard or not at all but
Ain't no trust in me
This that 68th
On that East Side
West Side
On Joy Drive
Them 4's up
And that's for Ace
I was riding dirty
With no case
You can't put my ass
In no third place
Fuck your list
And fuck the fame
Fuck the clout
They know my name
This a southern classic
I'm southern made
They talkin shit
And I love the hate
She hate my guts
But she love my face
Drunk, wild, and arrogant
Long talks with Erica
I need some type of therapy
l need you here for clarity
I need you here for therapy
Don't treat me like I'm charity
Don't look at my disparity
My teeth crooked
But my raps straight
I don't pray
But I don't lack faith
My legs tired from
This rat race
I type your name
Then I backspace
I think about it
Til I'm shit faced
Love is home
But I'm displaced
I fell involve with
My mistakes
My regrets feel
Like disgrace
I feel like Biggie, Pac and Pun
When I get this off I'm done
I wish we would've kept our son
When you left I wasn't done
I feel like they trying to play me for a lil ho or something
Ryan asked if I trusted any when she saw my gun
I talk my shit, you burn your sage
I hide my fears, you lurk my page
You living good, I feel betrayed
You posting still, I took a break
Who are you when you off yo phone?
Can I go and just play my song?
I don't know if I'm right or wrong
I don't feel like city is home
They shot my cousin
Ain't do shit and that fuck with me
I got your name tatted on my brain
And it's stuck with me
If you gone end up leaving then
Don't fuck with me
I love too hard or not at all but
Ain't no trust in me
This that 68th
On that East Side
West Side
On Joy Drive
Them 4's up
And that's for Ace
I was riding dirty
With no case
You can't put my ass
In no third place
Fuck your list
And fuck the fame
Fuck the clout
They know my name
This a southern classic
I'm southern made
They talkin shit
And I love the hate
She hate my guts
But she love my face
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Pugh
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