Zoned Freestyle
I'm dropping shit like a fire ass mixtape
Young nigga hungry I stay with a full plate
I'm trying to do the most after the first date
Fuck on a bitch, I'm impatient, I can't wait
Bipolar, blunt, also I'm nonchalant
Keep it a band girl I know this aint what you want
See the lifestyle and them leeches get hype
She don't want to be saved, J Cole told me, right
I'm turning up in this bitch but I'm mellow though
Gone off the liquor I might just start throwing bows
Going places that the locals aint seen before
Basic shit for me?
Can be their life goals
Follow The Wave, make 'em dance like it's Soul Train
Rapper not Rockstar, still go out like Cobain
Get high as fuck but I still won't get on a plane
Rolling woods in the whip
Playing some mind games
Old head at heart I might just cop the caddy
Dip in, out her life, she like to call me daddy
She hate my attitude, always trashy
'Cus if I'm down bad you leaving, gladly
They only around for relevant attention
I know they distractions from personal missions
My mind not at peace, its always some tension
The love aint genuine, that's what's missing
Was stuck on the pussy, admit I was tripping
I got another bitch and came to my senses
The window's closed, you are never forgiven
I'm using grudges to fuel all my hits
They never laugh when you telling a joke
Find the comedy in you losing hope
Stuck in my mind I'm forever zoned
Anti social, get these racks and go home
Young nigga hungry I stay with a full plate
I'm trying to do the most after the first date
Fuck on a bitch, I'm impatient, I can't wait
Bipolar, blunt, also I'm nonchalant
Keep it a band girl I know this aint what you want
See the lifestyle and them leeches get hype
She don't want to be saved, J Cole told me, right
I'm turning up in this bitch but I'm mellow though
Gone off the liquor I might just start throwing bows
Going places that the locals aint seen before
Basic shit for me?
Can be their life goals
Follow The Wave, make 'em dance like it's Soul Train
Rapper not Rockstar, still go out like Cobain
Get high as fuck but I still won't get on a plane
Rolling woods in the whip
Playing some mind games
Old head at heart I might just cop the caddy
Dip in, out her life, she like to call me daddy
She hate my attitude, always trashy
'Cus if I'm down bad you leaving, gladly
They only around for relevant attention
I know they distractions from personal missions
My mind not at peace, its always some tension
The love aint genuine, that's what's missing
Was stuck on the pussy, admit I was tripping
I got another bitch and came to my senses
The window's closed, you are never forgiven
I'm using grudges to fuel all my hits
They never laugh when you telling a joke
Find the comedy in you losing hope
Stuck in my mind I'm forever zoned
Anti social, get these racks and go home
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Writer(s): Te'vaughn Evans
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