RAMBLING

(You was asking questions that I couldn't never answer)

You was asking questions that I couldn't never answer,
Baby girl I love you,
But you know you a cancer,
do anything for you,
But you gotta learn to manage,
Got me standing out the sunroof,
Beating your back into the canvas,

Make her Harlem Shake,
I turn your bitch into a dancer,
nut all on her face,
And then she go make me a sandwich,
catch him in the lot,
I'ma park him like I'm Candace,
Don't nobody box, I got that glock,
I keep it handy,

I was throwing pills back,
Like that shit was candy,
count that money gently,
Ooouu, I'm romantic, Ooouu,
I'm her daddy,
At least that's what she tell me,
She look at me the wrong way,
I'm stuffing dick inside her pelvis,

I ain't never late to a money meeting,
Ooouu, bitch don't come for me,
Pull down a bitch dungarees,
And beat it until I fall asleep,
Who the fuck is this calling me,
Press decline because talk is cheap,
talk money when you talk to me,
Don't talk if you ain't talking cheese
You fuck with a gangsta,
and I thought you knew,
but I thought wrong, and thinking wrong's,
The reason why I'm in this booth,
consequences come from consequential actions,
that's the truth,
'Cause ain't no consequences if you doing what you 'posed to do
You fuck with a gangsta, and I thought you knew,
I'm always thinking something,
Maybe I should try to find the proof,
every time something happen,
They looking at me like what I'ma do?

(I be like I don't even know man, what the fuck)

"I'm not crying, I'm not hurt," I'm clearly lying,
but what's worse?,
Dealing with your pain on your own by your lonely,
Or n*ggas tryna act like they kin or your homie?
(Fake love a drug too just like real love,
you can O.D off that shit and fall)
Wop that's my n*gga I'm gone spin if he call me,
even if we wasn't blood we'd be kin,
That's my dawg



Credits
Writer(s): Adonis Roundtree
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