No.
Wake up
Bitch, wake up
Wake up
I'm up
Ah, Hello
Nobody left to call me fellow
If I cared to talk I'll cello
But I don't listen, I ain't mellow
Had too much of this shit, it fell off
When I used my ears it was hell hoe
Yeah, Yeah
Well be nice world's in disdain
It don't pay well in this game
Of biting till you in main
Leagues till you go insane
That's what I been saying
Cut it off like Vincent
They still called it sin's scent
For me it got sense and
Give that simple hoe some dough
No, No
Be nice fall right on his toes
No, No
Gave her plenty give some more
No, No
Don't push him make me less foes
No, No
I don't gotta make a U
When I talk to you
Want to get some off your chest
Stop rubbing your boot
On me for me you're a pest
Smack till you're in two
Beat the pavement reach the crest
The world on my tooth
You tryna stay on my line
That's declined
Forcefully feeding me convo
It ain't fine
Helping you wasting my time
Don't sit right
The only thing that I like
Is getting hundreds in lime
Your plans is only your plans
Don't fill my cups or my cans
You say help I say I can't
Testing me will wet your pants
I need you to get your mans
And stop with the tricks and tacts
Anger make them run in laps
That's my learnings from them maps
On your texting from them caps
On your requests from them gaps
Got too much hurt in this heart
It's my problem I missed the part
Who do you really think you are
Love to make rap songs at par
With Aubrey, Abel, Bashar
In this you don't got a part
Give that simple hoe some dough
No, No
Be nice fall right on his toes
No, No
Gave her plenty give some more
No, No
Don't push him make me less foes
No, No
I don't gotta make a U
When I talk to you
Want to get some off your chest
Stop rubbing your boot
On me for me you're a pest
Smack till you're in two
Beat the pavement reach the crest
The world on my tooth
Ain't no smiling for the wilding
Moving mad
It's just sad
You tryna outwork my hand
When you damn well know you can't
One more step and you'll be canned
This audio panned
Giving way to ambulance
Text me I ain't gon' text back
Trust me I ain't gon' trust back
Before you the bitch got sacked
You're also ready and packed
Radian angles in your plans
Social handles to show tans
Working hard for Instagram
Although your life ain't that grand
And I shouldn't be annoyed
Unlike you I'm paranoid
You're living through polaroids
Many times I've been toyed with
Stop thinking I'm still a kid
With big trust and lesser will
Cause I'm done with it
I don't go I go for the kill
Yeah
Bitch, wake up
Wake up
I'm up
Ah, Hello
Nobody left to call me fellow
If I cared to talk I'll cello
But I don't listen, I ain't mellow
Had too much of this shit, it fell off
When I used my ears it was hell hoe
Yeah, Yeah
Well be nice world's in disdain
It don't pay well in this game
Of biting till you in main
Leagues till you go insane
That's what I been saying
Cut it off like Vincent
They still called it sin's scent
For me it got sense and
Give that simple hoe some dough
No, No
Be nice fall right on his toes
No, No
Gave her plenty give some more
No, No
Don't push him make me less foes
No, No
I don't gotta make a U
When I talk to you
Want to get some off your chest
Stop rubbing your boot
On me for me you're a pest
Smack till you're in two
Beat the pavement reach the crest
The world on my tooth
You tryna stay on my line
That's declined
Forcefully feeding me convo
It ain't fine
Helping you wasting my time
Don't sit right
The only thing that I like
Is getting hundreds in lime
Your plans is only your plans
Don't fill my cups or my cans
You say help I say I can't
Testing me will wet your pants
I need you to get your mans
And stop with the tricks and tacts
Anger make them run in laps
That's my learnings from them maps
On your texting from them caps
On your requests from them gaps
Got too much hurt in this heart
It's my problem I missed the part
Who do you really think you are
Love to make rap songs at par
With Aubrey, Abel, Bashar
In this you don't got a part
Give that simple hoe some dough
No, No
Be nice fall right on his toes
No, No
Gave her plenty give some more
No, No
Don't push him make me less foes
No, No
I don't gotta make a U
When I talk to you
Want to get some off your chest
Stop rubbing your boot
On me for me you're a pest
Smack till you're in two
Beat the pavement reach the crest
The world on my tooth
Ain't no smiling for the wilding
Moving mad
It's just sad
You tryna outwork my hand
When you damn well know you can't
One more step and you'll be canned
This audio panned
Giving way to ambulance
Text me I ain't gon' text back
Trust me I ain't gon' trust back
Before you the bitch got sacked
You're also ready and packed
Radian angles in your plans
Social handles to show tans
Working hard for Instagram
Although your life ain't that grand
And I shouldn't be annoyed
Unlike you I'm paranoid
You're living through polaroids
Many times I've been toyed with
Stop thinking I'm still a kid
With big trust and lesser will
Cause I'm done with it
I don't go I go for the kill
Yeah
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