Mourning Star (NOT LISTENING)
How many days you think I spent in the rain
Trynna get my flow right off
At the bottom livin with problem
With this talent that can't show at all
It's some venemous things that was violent
Uh
How many days you think I spent in the rain
Trynna get my flow right off
At the bottom livin with problem
With this talent that can't show at all
It's some venemous things that was violent that you wouldn't
Yea
Uh
How many days you think I spent in the rain
Trynna get my flow right off
At the bottom livin with problem
With this talent that can't show at all
It's some venemous things that was violent
That you won't know at all
I'm antisocial
Way less vocal
I swear that I can't show it all
Third grade they tested me as a genius
I was showin off
But the older I got
Niggas kept on callin me a know it all
Wear my dumb shit as a disguise
But I'm not slow at all
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Let me focus y'all
Let me give y'all fuck niggas some monologue
I got outta jail and dropped the mourning cuz
I was mourning hard
The same day I felt so strange
I guess that shit just spoke to y'all
I needed to turn my phone right off
I got like 40 Calls
Damn near wanted to tell y'all niggas just listen
Man I know it's raw
I got jumped and yes I ran
But that's my only flaw
I still got scratches from the madness
These my holy scars
And guess who set it up
My bitch it's tragic
I felt it every day
But I shoke it off
It's only one person that ever had my back
So I'm ignoring calls
Sister was the nigga that had me stunting hard
Said let's get you right up on that mic
Here's the keys to my only car
We just moved out
And the morning was crazy
I woke up in the car
You hear this flow yea I know it's dope
This how pain sound when His back on the wall
Every time I get up that mic
They like oh yea he nice
He goin off
Slapped a check on my shoes but they not Nike
These got way more sauce
First thing, I ain't playin with these niggas man
Second thing, I ain't got shit for these bitches man
Third thing, just keep balling and keep dribbling
Fourth Thing, please don't speak
Im not listening
First thing, I ain't playin with these niggas man
Second thing, I ain't got shit for these bitches man
Third thing, just keep balling and keep dribbling
Fourth Thing, please don't speak
Im not listening
Trynna get my flow right off
At the bottom livin with problem
With this talent that can't show at all
It's some venemous things that was violent
Uh
How many days you think I spent in the rain
Trynna get my flow right off
At the bottom livin with problem
With this talent that can't show at all
It's some venemous things that was violent that you wouldn't
Yea
Uh
How many days you think I spent in the rain
Trynna get my flow right off
At the bottom livin with problem
With this talent that can't show at all
It's some venemous things that was violent
That you won't know at all
I'm antisocial
Way less vocal
I swear that I can't show it all
Third grade they tested me as a genius
I was showin off
But the older I got
Niggas kept on callin me a know it all
Wear my dumb shit as a disguise
But I'm not slow at all
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Let me focus y'all
Let me give y'all fuck niggas some monologue
I got outta jail and dropped the mourning cuz
I was mourning hard
The same day I felt so strange
I guess that shit just spoke to y'all
I needed to turn my phone right off
I got like 40 Calls
Damn near wanted to tell y'all niggas just listen
Man I know it's raw
I got jumped and yes I ran
But that's my only flaw
I still got scratches from the madness
These my holy scars
And guess who set it up
My bitch it's tragic
I felt it every day
But I shoke it off
It's only one person that ever had my back
So I'm ignoring calls
Sister was the nigga that had me stunting hard
Said let's get you right up on that mic
Here's the keys to my only car
We just moved out
And the morning was crazy
I woke up in the car
You hear this flow yea I know it's dope
This how pain sound when His back on the wall
Every time I get up that mic
They like oh yea he nice
He goin off
Slapped a check on my shoes but they not Nike
These got way more sauce
First thing, I ain't playin with these niggas man
Second thing, I ain't got shit for these bitches man
Third thing, just keep balling and keep dribbling
Fourth Thing, please don't speak
Im not listening
First thing, I ain't playin with these niggas man
Second thing, I ain't got shit for these bitches man
Third thing, just keep balling and keep dribbling
Fourth Thing, please don't speak
Im not listening
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Writer(s): Amauri Lindsey
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