All Around the Room

Too busy doing shit that you ain't
How the fuck is you going to catch up
And they say thats it's real the day
You can post up on the gram
And go flex with your necklace
But I ain't too into that
Rather flex with some cash
Put more zeros in my checkbook
Trying to sneak around my way
All you going to see flashes
Shoot till its zero like Westbrook
Wasn't too into school started skipping my classes
Trying to go see what's the next look
And I ain't trust the bank
I had brown paper bagged it
Got to watch out for the next crook
I'm putting mirrors all around the room
So she can see how the best look
.762's get to hitting his vest
Might not want to go see how his chest look

I be up in my zone I don't know what to call it
Niggas be hating like that's luck
Instead of that talking that niggas be doing
Shut the fuck up come and catch up
And they be knowing they I ain't like none of them
Whenever they step up
But they never step back
I ain't going for that
Fuck around hit yo ass from the neck up
I'm smoking that strong do this shit by myself
I been riding alone like a Tesla
Got me smoked out my brain
I can't hear what you saying
Oh they said that we all next up
He wanted smoke with me about some street shit
I told that boy get his check up
But way back in the day no they didn't believe it
Now they want to come take a picture
I got that Glock .22 on my side if its really bout issues
Fucked around up it and showed you the beam
So you know they ain't missing naw
The glick got extensions so that shit impossible for me to conceal it
I'm popping these pills like the doctor prescribed them
I need a script
Hey what you need pull up on the strip
I got some bowls sitting in the back of the trunk
And we sitting there rolling up by the zip
And not one of these 100's is counterfeit
Had to get off my ass and stop all that asking
Niggas too worried about a bitch
Run my way and you seeing flashes
Something I don't got to ask him
Cause I know that he gone blast it
Don't need a weapon I fuck around
Beat yo ass up like i'm Cassius
And niggas be hating but low-key be phony
I'm looking right past them
She giving me brain like she still up in classes
Up on the e way I'm whipping the fastest
Had to slow down because I fucked around crashed it
They like why you going that fast and past them
Fly out to soho meet up with my uncle
We trying to go fill up our motherfucking stashes
And we turnt to a whole other level to see this
You going to fuck around need to be wearing glasses
And I had went to college
But I had learned more on the block
Then I did when I was up in my classes
Soon as we get on the scene
Cameras be flashing at me
I got them hating and watching

Too busy doing shit that you ain't
How the fuck is you going to catch up
And they say thats its real the day
You can post up on the gram
And go flex with your necklace
But I ain't too into that
Rather flex with some cash
Put more zeros in my checkbook
Trying to sneak around my way
All you going to see flashes
Shoot till its zero like Westbrook
Wasn't too into school started skipping my classes
Trying to go see what's the next look
And I ain't trust the bank
I had brown paper bagged it
Got to watch out for the next crook
I'm putting mirrors all around the room
So she can see how the best look
.762's get to hitting his vest
Might not want to go see how his chest look



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Writer(s): Edwin Phillips
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