Sally

Yeah I wrote a song about you in my demos
Thought it was a joke like my name is Dave Chappelle
Niggas gotta talk 'cause their life so mellow
So mellow
So mellow
Ain't got shit to do so they wanna talk ghetto
Crud talk don't suit you, no nigga
Know they aim to kill
But I know you know better
Know better
You got too many people in your ears
Tryna give directions it ain't clear
Tryna give protection it ain't clear
Tryna give affection it ain't clear
I said it's too many people that you know
Cut them off like as if it's the end zone
'Cause we don't wanna really result
To anything mad that they call you sicko
I said cause you are a bad B
A bad B
Don't know how many times I told you, Sally
Don't know if the therapist can give you clarity
Is it every move that I've gotta over see
Searching any way to numb the pain and that's scary
Using bullets from the gun range
Shooting enemies
You put the pictures up so you're shooting sharp
Don't put no pressure on ya like in Ozark
Enemies
Enemies
Don't put no pressure on ya like in Ozark
Enemies
Enemies
Don't put no pressure on ya like in Ozark



Credits
Writer(s): David Gyamera
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