My Side (feat. Hollywood)

I always end on top so gettin heads a comfortable feeling
Can't trust nobody so I'm alone when I'm doing my dealings
Jules baby daddy more fanned out than the shit on the ceiling
He said he was gonn kill me but he just ain't right for the killin
She stay wimme like a hotel I treat her like Tipton
I can't crash out I know its bumps on the way to the billions

Keeping shit slick like a bowling lane
Got shit on her mind don't match her face like a poker game
I ain't got time to waste time with no whatsonames
I start to yawn when yall niggas be playin social games
Yall movin like Pawns when you niggas start Checkin for your Mates
She askin for time but it be hard for me to set a date
Its easy to grind when you skating but ain't using brakes
Losing my mind if I ain't take this zo everyday
I get it Als my ex that mean come tell me about her
Kenna wanted to fight around the clock I made moves then left her at happy hour
We gotta ugly truth but that don't mean my last taste was sour
Kira deserve the world I'm still tryna find a way to make it ours
Since we brought the topic up all of my exs momma should send me flowers
If you see me running then I'm going for president
Left the Residual feelings at her Residence
She said my vibes unmatched & that shit evident
I fucked yo wifey & I mean that present tense
You could've chose the greener grass but you'd rather play the fence
Send yo ass to Jesus since yo momma said you heaven sent
I hope the Lord believe me when I tell em why I did this shit
My shootas like whisk cuz they in n out the mix

I always end on top so gettin heads a comfortable feeling
Can't trust nobody so I'm alone when I'm doing my dealings
Jules baby daddy more fanned out than the shit on the ceiling
He said he was gonn kill me but he just ain't right for the killin
She stay wimme like a hotel I treat her like Tipton
I can't crash out I know its bumps on the way to the billions

It's past the point where we can fix this with a conversation
Took the womb & didn't take to the kid feel like she deserve reparations
Acting like MLK ain't fight segregation
Would you rather die for your child or your reputation
Now I'm back to business where my compensation
Off the rip I'ma blast ion need no rocket ship
I was livin bad even when I scholarship
This shit ain't for me I want my grandsons momma rich

I always end on top so gettin heads a comfortable feeling
Can't trust nobody so I'm alone when I'm doing my dealings
Jules baby daddy more fanned out than the shit on the ceiling
He said he was gonn kill me but he just ain't right for the killin
She stay wimme like a hotel I treat her like Tipton
I can't crash out I know its bumps on the way to the billions

Young Prince
Now you a King



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Writer(s): John Sneed Jr
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