In My Feelings, Pt. 2
I done ran through freaks and ran through racks but I got more
5 Hour trip to the Hunt and she think I'm out at a show
My phone been jumpin the label exec be actin like a hoe
These niggas really been stacking up millions and they just ran off with my flow
Niggas be capped out I'm tryna see all the shit that they rap bout
Everyday I gotta gamble we might go big or a nigga go crap out
You just might fumble the rock you don't think
Wit ya head gotta have this shit mapped out
She wanna ride shotgun ima let her she buy me that .300 Blackout
I don't even rap no more I just vent
She'll never meet another like me again
Jet magazine my trust that thin
I eat a bitch like a perc she a 10
I don't do shit if it ain't genuine
Let it breathe
When at war I'm at ease
Can't let em score I'm on D
Niggas ahead cause they be on D
Really be lost if it wasn't for me
But I had to peep and get game from somebody
I ain't average we can meet in the lobby
I don't know niggas moving too sloppy
We move like the mafia, copy
I be sending my love, but that don't mean nun
I get smoked they gone probably forget me
Prosecutors will hand you a jersey number
That hoe won't even send you a penny
How many times I was gone quit? Many
I needed love and you ain't have any
It's Ight had to level up, shop for myself and I still gotta double up
Got em hooked but I watch for the uppercut
Dumb it down but I guess it wasn't dumb enough
When you plugged gotta watch for the undercut
I can teach you the ropes like Double Dutch
Still feeling like I ain't even done enough
I know niggas got on they was 1 and done
You don't do it yourself you don't want it done
I did niggas a favor they owe me one
I done ran through freaks and ran through racks but I got more
5 Hour trip to the Hunt and she think I'm out at a show
My phone been jumpin the label exec be actin like a hoe
These niggas really been stacking up millions and they just ran off with my flow
Niggas be capped out I'm tryna see all the shit that they rap bout
Everyday I gotta gamble we might go big or a nigga go crap out
You just might fumble the rock you don't think
Wit ya head gotta have this shit mapped out
She wanna ride shotgun ima let her she buy me that .300 Blackout
I don't even rap no more I just vent
She'll never meet another like me again
Jet magazine my trust that thin
I eat a bitch like a perc she a 10
I don't do shit if it ain't genuine
5 Hour trip to the Hunt and she think I'm out at a show
My phone been jumpin the label exec be actin like a hoe
These niggas really been stacking up millions and they just ran off with my flow
Niggas be capped out I'm tryna see all the shit that they rap bout
Everyday I gotta gamble we might go big or a nigga go crap out
You just might fumble the rock you don't think
Wit ya head gotta have this shit mapped out
She wanna ride shotgun ima let her she buy me that .300 Blackout
I don't even rap no more I just vent
She'll never meet another like me again
Jet magazine my trust that thin
I eat a bitch like a perc she a 10
I don't do shit if it ain't genuine
Let it breathe
When at war I'm at ease
Can't let em score I'm on D
Niggas ahead cause they be on D
Really be lost if it wasn't for me
But I had to peep and get game from somebody
I ain't average we can meet in the lobby
I don't know niggas moving too sloppy
We move like the mafia, copy
I be sending my love, but that don't mean nun
I get smoked they gone probably forget me
Prosecutors will hand you a jersey number
That hoe won't even send you a penny
How many times I was gone quit? Many
I needed love and you ain't have any
It's Ight had to level up, shop for myself and I still gotta double up
Got em hooked but I watch for the uppercut
Dumb it down but I guess it wasn't dumb enough
When you plugged gotta watch for the undercut
I can teach you the ropes like Double Dutch
Still feeling like I ain't even done enough
I know niggas got on they was 1 and done
You don't do it yourself you don't want it done
I did niggas a favor they owe me one
I done ran through freaks and ran through racks but I got more
5 Hour trip to the Hunt and she think I'm out at a show
My phone been jumpin the label exec be actin like a hoe
These niggas really been stacking up millions and they just ran off with my flow
Niggas be capped out I'm tryna see all the shit that they rap bout
Everyday I gotta gamble we might go big or a nigga go crap out
You just might fumble the rock you don't think
Wit ya head gotta have this shit mapped out
She wanna ride shotgun ima let her she buy me that .300 Blackout
I don't even rap no more I just vent
She'll never meet another like me again
Jet magazine my trust that thin
I eat a bitch like a perc she a 10
I don't do shit if it ain't genuine
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Writer(s): Dashawn Holly
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