EXPECTATIONS

Yeah
Right, right, right
(Man that broke like a sickness, keep your distance from me)
Yeah

Man that broke shit like a sickness, keep your distance from me
Got the streets on standby, waiting on shipments from me
I just looked through my archive I got a hit list
I was going through hard times searching through bin list
They'll turn on you when you least expect it
At times I need therapy but I can't be venting
I just link up with the homies, book a session
Still getting money man through this pandemic

If you pull a strap on me you better use it
Seen that body drop in broad day, shit was gruesome
Talking down on the trap but I tried to school em'
Ain't do no real time for no real shit, you just stupid
Booked a resort for half off, was all inclusive
Hope you hold down all that jwett it's too exclusive
Had to recoup some bands I lost to restitution
Hate the police since a kid, I ran from truancy
Queens native 59 & then Van Buren
They can't find me, I be hiding behind the torrent
Majority of women insecure, they need assurance
Majority niggas you can't trust, won't let you flourish

Man that broke shit like a sickness, keep your distance from me
Got the streets on standby, waiting on shipments from me
I just looked through my archive I got a hit list
I was going through hard times searching through bin list
They'll turn on you when you least expect it
At times I need therapy but I can't be venting
I just link up with the homies, book a session
Still getting money man through this pandemic

Word, just do what you do on your end man
That shit hard
I fuck with that shit
This shit remind me of some...



Credits
Writer(s): Dolla Deem
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