Calogero
Going where I'm supposed to go
Chill with all the questions
I told you what you're supposed to know
When she ain't with me
She's moving coast to coast
Shorty spent her summers out in Prague
And her winters out in the Poconos
Any time I walk in the room
Watch where the focus goes
Me and you can never relate
If she ever told you no
OG told me they'll try to control your soul
Lo and behold
I learned a lot from Sonny
I might name my son Calogero
Yeah, if there's tension I'ma cut into it
All I see is sucker movements
I hear beats and fucking lose it
Boy I got a vision that could fuck with Kubrick
How you sound?
Bape to the ground
Like I'm Lil Wayne in Hustler Musik
Would drop a tear
But no emotions from a saint
You can't tell me what I am
But bitch I told you what you ain't
And I can't focus on no hate
Cause I'm too focused on my fate
I'll look you right into your soul
Like I'm supposed to be this great
And this time, trust me I'ma go for mine
Niggas buy a bandana and start calling people slime
I'ma watch them each decline
While I'm plotting these designs
Bitch I'm killing
You trying to restore that feeling
Beep my line
Broken poet rolling O's in a Corolla
With a Guyanese thickie
Playin Frank Ocean and Controlla
I got the TV lighting up the room
The fan needs a controller
If your girl comes over
Guaranteed her ankles on my shoulders
Knees and toes bitch
Cost a whole brick to talk this slow quick
Lock-in go sick opps can go kick rocks
And dock the whole ship
Never can you shine as a hater
Get on your own dick
And worry more about getting this paper
And stop the hoe shit
Rock and roll sniffs in the back of the disco
Packaged and getting out to the mass
Without stamp or a distro
Lacking ain't never that
Cause I'm averaging packing a pistol
Slapping the back of the board
And swishing the rim when it hit you
There's two things in this life
That we could guarantee
And one of those advise you
Not to play with me
I'm praying for my sins
But ain't no saving me
Tell that bitch to sing my song
We been moving on and on
Chill with all the questions
I told you what you're supposed to know
When she ain't with me
She's moving coast to coast
Shorty spent her summers out in Prague
And her winters out in the Poconos
Any time I walk in the room
Watch where the focus goes
Me and you can never relate
If she ever told you no
OG told me they'll try to control your soul
Lo and behold
I learned a lot from Sonny
I might name my son Calogero
Yeah, if there's tension I'ma cut into it
All I see is sucker movements
I hear beats and fucking lose it
Boy I got a vision that could fuck with Kubrick
How you sound?
Bape to the ground
Like I'm Lil Wayne in Hustler Musik
Would drop a tear
But no emotions from a saint
You can't tell me what I am
But bitch I told you what you ain't
And I can't focus on no hate
Cause I'm too focused on my fate
I'll look you right into your soul
Like I'm supposed to be this great
And this time, trust me I'ma go for mine
Niggas buy a bandana and start calling people slime
I'ma watch them each decline
While I'm plotting these designs
Bitch I'm killing
You trying to restore that feeling
Beep my line
Broken poet rolling O's in a Corolla
With a Guyanese thickie
Playin Frank Ocean and Controlla
I got the TV lighting up the room
The fan needs a controller
If your girl comes over
Guaranteed her ankles on my shoulders
Knees and toes bitch
Cost a whole brick to talk this slow quick
Lock-in go sick opps can go kick rocks
And dock the whole ship
Never can you shine as a hater
Get on your own dick
And worry more about getting this paper
And stop the hoe shit
Rock and roll sniffs in the back of the disco
Packaged and getting out to the mass
Without stamp or a distro
Lacking ain't never that
Cause I'm averaging packing a pistol
Slapping the back of the board
And swishing the rim when it hit you
There's two things in this life
That we could guarantee
And one of those advise you
Not to play with me
I'm praying for my sins
But ain't no saving me
Tell that bitch to sing my song
We been moving on and on
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrese Mcgriff, Andre Clarke, Trayvon Clarke, Elton Pichardo
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