Emotionz

Yop
Hmm, y'all know what the fuck going on
Mhm, yeah
Man, this shit poetry in motion
Damn I was finna start right there
Told that hoe to get the fuck out her emotions
Trying to send me some em- okay

Aye, on this microphone I'm like a poet
Got lost for a period, now shit back in motion
Man I had to get my fucking act together, but I don't pour shit
But I might taint a Creme Soda if it keep me far from emotions
And yeah, I still be smoking
But sometimes that shit really be hopeless
That shit keep me the lowest, got me thinking 'bout old shit
If I wanted to do that, I would've stayed with my old bitch
And my old clique
But they did me the boldest
Fuck it, I might invest in that purple potion
And sip it with a slowness
I keep all of my brothers with me, something like the Jonas
The D.O.N squad keep the ball rolling, I ain't talking bowling
The ball I had in mind a Spalding, man we just keep on scoring
I just hit the wood and got to coughing, I swear this weed the stro- I just
Hit the wood and got to coughing, I swear this weed so potent
'Bout capped a lil earlier in the song, don't need to pour shit
People offered their shoulder, can't resort to leaning on shit
The few times I did, it got threw in my face
Had me so sick
But not sicker than cuz when he got hipped his bitch on hoe shit
Lil nigga can't compare, I just treat him like he 4'6
No sugar coating shit, that hoe get gross when she on dick
Tell it to 'em raw every time, give a fuck if they condone it
I been out the way so long, probably how I turned out so slick
So "Emotionless" how I been out here, on some Baby Ghost shit
And if something pop off, you damn right I'm doing the most bitch
'Cause I know (tuh) right behind me with them pole sticks
That violence, I hardly condone it
But when it's up, just know I'm on it
Anger can be a confusing emotion, are you sure you want this

These niggas don't really wan't shit

'Cause if the answer yes, I'm on that all the time
On Incredible Hulk shit
A couple hoes was claiming they was mines
On incredible fuck shit
You ain't even a dime, ain't worth my time
Can't even say "fuck it", man
This hoe said she a prize, somebody lied
I ain't feel like I won shit
Man, now I fucked 'round lost my heart and mind
Feel like they got abducted... nigga on some pure duck shit
I be playing 'round up on the mic, just on some fuck shit
Had a lot of the wrong people 'round me on some bad luck shit
It's safe to say my list shorter, on who I'm splitting bucks with nigga

Y'all know what the fuck going on
On some D.O.N shit
Hmm, I do this all the time bitch
Alright, I'm off this bitch



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Writer(s): Roy Fields Iii
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