Writing On the Wall
I found myself in a world
Was simulating the feels
I disconnect from the line
Like I aint pay the phone bill
We only talk after 9
And I don't take her formal
And I don't care is she lying
Cause it eventually spill
But see far as I know
She keep it Benjamin bill
But I keep it at length
Gotta focus on bank
Gotta focus on me
Its working beautifully
This isolation is peace
Real selective at least
With who I spend my time
Family and niggas on the grind with me
Who wanna shine with me
Get it out the mud
Wanna climb with me
Stay up on the toes
On the top tippy
Pirouette pose
Mike Jack with the glove and the hat
I'm talking family and niggas on the grind with me
Who wanna shine with me
Was counting pennies nickels and dimes with me
Till we find millis and that capital come to capital one
Ride drops in the set of the sun
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
At least I know that my intentions are pure
I can't expect that they would line up with yours
You something different
Someone distant
And the writing's on the wall
I'm projecting only what's in my vision
I'm guilty of it I admit it
It's happened to the best of us
The settle of the dust on this desk
That's where it register
I got a knack for penning thoughts and emotions
Its melancholic on occasion
But reality's spoken
I'm getting better at picking up on the motives and notions that niggas holding
Play the role but
Always controlling it's just a fact
Running laps around but you'll never know
That only go for those
Playing dirty as cheap shots and low blows know those
That treat the folk like a pawn
That's why I say I want a pent
So aint no snakes in the lawn
My shit is on my sleeve
Figured I did it wrong
I should at least get a penny to give my Hardaway
But live and you learn
That's the way that it goes
The way the world turns I suppose
No control on the stakes
Only on what you earn
I'm sure you get it when I tell you
That I'm only concerned with who I spend my time
Family and niggas on the grind with me
Who wanna shine with me
Get it out the mud wanna climb with me
Stay up on the toes
On the top tippy
And if necessary my niggas will pull a Glock 50
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
Was simulating the feels
I disconnect from the line
Like I aint pay the phone bill
We only talk after 9
And I don't take her formal
And I don't care is she lying
Cause it eventually spill
But see far as I know
She keep it Benjamin bill
But I keep it at length
Gotta focus on bank
Gotta focus on me
Its working beautifully
This isolation is peace
Real selective at least
With who I spend my time
Family and niggas on the grind with me
Who wanna shine with me
Get it out the mud
Wanna climb with me
Stay up on the toes
On the top tippy
Pirouette pose
Mike Jack with the glove and the hat
I'm talking family and niggas on the grind with me
Who wanna shine with me
Was counting pennies nickels and dimes with me
Till we find millis and that capital come to capital one
Ride drops in the set of the sun
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
At least I know that my intentions are pure
I can't expect that they would line up with yours
You something different
Someone distant
And the writing's on the wall
I'm projecting only what's in my vision
I'm guilty of it I admit it
It's happened to the best of us
The settle of the dust on this desk
That's where it register
I got a knack for penning thoughts and emotions
Its melancholic on occasion
But reality's spoken
I'm getting better at picking up on the motives and notions that niggas holding
Play the role but
Always controlling it's just a fact
Running laps around but you'll never know
That only go for those
Playing dirty as cheap shots and low blows know those
That treat the folk like a pawn
That's why I say I want a pent
So aint no snakes in the lawn
My shit is on my sleeve
Figured I did it wrong
I should at least get a penny to give my Hardaway
But live and you learn
That's the way that it goes
The way the world turns I suppose
No control on the stakes
Only on what you earn
I'm sure you get it when I tell you
That I'm only concerned with who I spend my time
Family and niggas on the grind with me
Who wanna shine with me
Get it out the mud wanna climb with me
Stay up on the toes
On the top tippy
And if necessary my niggas will pull a Glock 50
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
We good on this side
Holding on to good ties
And on my good side
Is a bad bitch
And everything we spit a classic
Credits
Writer(s): Shon Weathers
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