The Luv Child

It's only up from here like I started climbing rocks
The luv child, my story told by Diana Ross
Driving by I thought fine dining was Red Lobster
The snow at Steak 48 was mad at my lack of proper (oh, ah)

Act like I ain't on the list
10 albums ain't nary one flop, feel like I can't miss
Car full of Kevin Gates, 'cause I don't really get tired for real
I ain't signed, 'til I know why, ain't got no time to kill (oh, ah)

They go 0 for everything off in them DM's, get no reply (oh, ah)
Can smell that green grass over the horizon
Texts with a Houston legend, almost pushed to Verizon
Phone playing tricks on me
My phone playing tricks on me
I put money on the table and played it poker
They reacted more than I did
Got me acting like I don't got it
But it's on me



Credits
Writer(s): Kolby Peel
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