Complacent

I know these niggas be faking
They be complacent
I trapped out a house that was vacant
I know these niggas be hating, 'cause they not adjacent
I see the truth on they faces
Driving these bows back from Macon, I pray that I make it
But its a chance that I'm taking
I really got rich off the road, working this phone
I owe it all to the pavement

I love my bitch, but she know I can't chase her
I'm straight to the paper, I know she complaining
Fuck on that hoe, but you know I can't save her
I don't wear no cape, but I'm pulling a caper
Eyeball a bo, fuck a clock, I'm a laser
I ball like a Laker, run game like I'm Sega
Finger-roll finish, yo bitch I'ma layup
Like Dirk with the fader, I ain't even pay her
Had a long day, so bitch give me some head
Or give me a break, cause I don't want a headache
Play with that pussy, I'm gon make her legs shake
Fuck her so good, now she planning a wedding
Fuck that hoe feelings, I'm feelin' that way
Mind on a million, can't focus on nothing else
Vacuum-Sealing trying to catch every play
But I gotta chill, I won't sleep 'till I'm running out

I know these niggas be faking
They be complacent
I trapped out a house that was vacant
I know these niggas be hating, 'cause they not adjacent
I see the truth on they faces
Driving these bows back from Macon, I pray that I make it
But its a chance that I'm taking
I really got rich off the road, working this phone
I owe it all to the pavement

And you niggas talk down, but ya bitch look up to me
She told me the that pussy mine, I said don't lie to me
I'm fucking her raw, got me breaking the rules
She suck it so sloppy, I put her in RHUDE
That hoe so impatient, she throat me in traffic
Don't need her around me, I'm straight bitch I'm trappin'
This dick feel like WOO, so she calling me magic
Ain't fucking this month, sorry baby I'm fasting

I feel like I'm running outta time, I gotta make moves
Shawty said that I be on the games, I know, I can't lose
I could give a fuck about a bitch, because she gonna choose
I know that I got it, I don't flex, I got nothing to prove
I will never ever love a bitch, because I ain't a fool
I don't really care bout being rich, my fam set I'm cool
I feel like I'm Ace, my brother Mitch, you know we Paid in Full
If a nigga play with us, you know he end up on the news

I know these niggas be faking
They be complacent
I trapped out a house that was vacant
I know these niggas be hating, 'cause they not adjacent
I see the truth on they faces
Driving these bows back from Macon, I pray that I make it
But its a chance that I'm taking
I really got rich off the road, working this phone
I owe it all to the pavement (all to the pavement)



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Writer(s): Jamhael Ladouceur
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