I ain't Mad at It (feat. Johnie July)

OKAY
BITCH
OKAY

I'm tired of people pocket watching
Thinkin they could fill the rest
Check my stock and options

Graduated from a vest
To some docker stockings
Cause I'm sonnen y'all
Got the summer proper locked in

I read between the lines of notes that they be jotting
Ripe without the e
You speak on me you know you rotten

Money hungry hoes lookin like birds the way they flock in so
I just give and go like prime Malone and Stockton

1000 On my feet
I'm blessing every room I walk in
1000 In these jeans I'm counting every bill that drop in

Stay to myself now
That shit is key if im gone lock in
Stop acting like you tuff
Before my folks start bringing props in

Look, I'm the hardest for real
I had a jacket since my jacket said starter for real
06 young Bull with a rocket for real
With that heat I could teach you how to properly chill

At the corner store Coppin some rubber bands
While cam Cunningham signing contracts in the mother land
For real

Space is just and odyssey
Odd is me
So that's where I travel when I fall asleep

3 Of me, Dmt triptomene over histamine
Lifes a melody so fix ya movements till they hit the key

That facade and fake smile don't mean shit to me
Picky me
Dirty talkin bitch swish with listorine

Mental mean
Singing the blues like jimmy green
I could hit you with more Tea
But level headed like Ricky see

This is real life
But bitches playin like cartoons
So when I throw my line

I'm fishin with harpoons, and dragnets
A magnet for a check
All I needs a pen
I'm feeling great like the biggest fish in the sea I'm in
Paid a extra 25 just to have coach tell me that I'm him

This the life that I live



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Mallory
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