CHEATING

I know you don't think it's okay
To roll in whenever the fuck you want
Do you know what the fuck time it is?

It's 3 o clock in the fucking morning Biggie
Where the fuck you been?
I been at home all fucking day with this baby

You gone leave me over here?
No text, no call, no nothing

Your phone don't fucking work?
What bitches you got on your phone?
Come on let me see your fucking phone

Look
She think I'm cheating
I'm just off the market...

Out late after hours
Trappin different products

Multiple streams
I'm seeing different profits

Feeling like a prophet
Cause I told Em How
And now I really got it...

In the books it be hidden
Like lost scriptures
We used to just pour liquor
Still do but we just Richer...

Smoking weed on the balcony
While I write this...

Think bout my Mama
I know that she gone like this

Stop comparing your progress
To other people

You know that's the greatest
Thieve to joy

Boy oh boy
I pulled up to the crib
In something Vicious
Dodge hate that's malicious
Content I ain't feeling

I'm just a nigga
Tryna restore that feeling

Of the first time you heard
Your favorite Rapper that's dope

And the kids yeah I fill em with hope
Treat me like I'm the pope
They hang themselves
If you give em the rope

You stay out late
With your friends...
(Already heard that)

You fucked a bitch
In your Benz...
(What's on yo mind)

Feel like you ain't been faithful
Always out chasing paper...

And you got no time for me
Thought that I was ya baby

Wasn't cheating shit
Just on my hustle on my grind

Wasn't cheating just...
I got a lot that's on my mind

We need to sit down
And have a conversation

And figure out the way
That we gon make it

Check it

Another day
That's a another dollar.

I'm making plans
Niggas poppin bottles...

Spend all they time
Tryna fuck models...

Seen shorty get his brains blown out

He tried to holla at another nigga BM
Then he get popped
So dismembered
It shocked the neighborhood
It got hot, bout a hundred one gunshots.

Sounded like fireworks
When they rang out
I had to change routes...

Stuck in the hood
Ain't the plan now
I need to get out

I'm locked in
Ain't no toning me down

I'm so committed to the grind
Yo baby girl I need to figure it out
I come home and put some shit in ya mouth

Honestly I'm not fucking with
All the questioning
Tryna check all my messages
Wondering who I'm texting
Business what I'm investing in

You really whyling
This shit is high key childish...

Like you always searching
For a problem

You stay out late
With your friends...
(Already heard that)

You fucked a bitch
In your Benz...
(What's on yo mind)

Feel like you ain't been faithful
Always out chasing paper...

And you got no time for me
Thought that I was ya baby

Wasn't cheating shit
Just on my hustle on my grind

Wasn't cheating just...
I got a lot that's on my mind

We need to sit down
And have a conversation

And figure out the way
That we gon make it



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Writer(s): Bigal Harrison
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