Karma
Karma pay the late fee
Conversing to a minimum
Nobody listen lately
And I can't waste that energy
Im solar saving daily
Don't know if I got enemies
I'm still exfoliating
Im in my business
This shit get wicked
Just made a right
Eye on em snipe
This engine kickin
Don't say it twice
Bro on you once
I'm more forgiving
Them bitches ride
They 411'n every witness
She love I'm high key lowkey
But she hate I'm distant
Tolkin to her friends like she know Me
When bitches listen
It's a crown up on my chest
Two on my head
Shit different
I keep some mf eaters in the kitchen
Let's all dine in
We gonna eat
I got the dishes
Spoil ones I love with royalty
I'm from the trenches
Running from the cops
Regular shit
Hood Nigga Fitness
Never blow my smoke
In ya direction
Keep ya distance
What idk
I never show
I never speak
On what I know
Just checked the time
I gotta go
Ain't reading minds
I feel the flow
I don't got time
Like I'm in the studio
I might waste a fucking dollar
I made plans on making more
She left make up on my collar
Got me digging in the floor
I ain't fucking round wit hoes
Don't know about that love no more
Don't be needy
These bitches sneaky
These niggas stupid
I see who made it easy
Conversing to a minimum
Nobody listen lately
And I can't waste that energy
Im solar saving daily
Don't know if I got enemies
I'm still exfoliating
Im in my business
This shit get wicked
Just made a right
Eye on em snipe
This engine kickin
Don't say it twice
Bro on you once
I'm more forgiving
Them bitches ride
They 411'n every witness
She love I'm high key lowkey
But she hate I'm distant
Tolkin to her friends like she know Me
When bitches listen
It's a crown up on my chest
Two on my head
Shit different
I keep some mf eaters in the kitchen
Let's all dine in
We gonna eat
I got the dishes
Spoil ones I love with royalty
I'm from the trenches
Running from the cops
Regular shit
Hood Nigga Fitness
Never blow my smoke
In ya direction
Keep ya distance
What idk
I never show
I never speak
On what I know
Just checked the time
I gotta go
Ain't reading minds
I feel the flow
I don't got time
Like I'm in the studio
I might waste a fucking dollar
I made plans on making more
She left make up on my collar
Got me digging in the floor
I ain't fucking round wit hoes
Don't know about that love no more
Don't be needy
These bitches sneaky
These niggas stupid
I see who made it easy
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Writer(s): Sha-quan Champagne
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