Shorty Don't Read
I can't understand it
I done been flaked on by niggas that I treated like family
Being all alone is standard
Trapping out the bando, I'm feeling abandoned
When I was a kid I had wanted a mansion
Then I got big and I just wanted fans
Now I'm all grown gettin money and handsome
When I get old playin this for my grandson
Still ain't got kids
But I'm raisin a ransom
Momma used to tell me need to raise my pants some
Get a lil harder now I got my bands up
See the fans started now they got they hands up
Rhymes so cold ain't no reason to fact check
Nine years old had no reason to rap yet
Family trips out Myrtle Beach ain't pack yet
We would hit road helping mom with the Mapquest
Parents said I always got a bed at the crib
And that's blessing but I can't go back there
I cant understand it
I need to make a clean version
I can play for Layla and Landon
Uncle Vell done outstanding
Got a dream
All it needed was planning
Got a seed all it needed was water
God's son keeps providing me harvest
God's won but I'm making it harder
Jobs done when I'm under the garden
Six feet
Shorty got a man she saying she miss me
Hit me on the late she knowin it's misleading
Lotta women lately lookin like pick me
I'm tryna make a tape I'm knowin I don't need em
Gotta get the money my nigga it's just me
There ain't no hesitation showin I'm gone lead em
Made a book club with Wi$e, the shit P
Shorty conversation showing she don't read them
I done been flaked on by niggas that I treated like family
Being all alone is standard
Trapping out the bando, I'm feeling abandoned
When I was a kid I had wanted a mansion
Then I got big and I just wanted fans
Now I'm all grown gettin money and handsome
When I get old playin this for my grandson
Still ain't got kids
But I'm raisin a ransom
Momma used to tell me need to raise my pants some
Get a lil harder now I got my bands up
See the fans started now they got they hands up
Rhymes so cold ain't no reason to fact check
Nine years old had no reason to rap yet
Family trips out Myrtle Beach ain't pack yet
We would hit road helping mom with the Mapquest
Parents said I always got a bed at the crib
And that's blessing but I can't go back there
I cant understand it
I need to make a clean version
I can play for Layla and Landon
Uncle Vell done outstanding
Got a dream
All it needed was planning
Got a seed all it needed was water
God's son keeps providing me harvest
God's won but I'm making it harder
Jobs done when I'm under the garden
Six feet
Shorty got a man she saying she miss me
Hit me on the late she knowin it's misleading
Lotta women lately lookin like pick me
I'm tryna make a tape I'm knowin I don't need em
Gotta get the money my nigga it's just me
There ain't no hesitation showin I'm gone lead em
Made a book club with Wi$e, the shit P
Shorty conversation showing she don't read them
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Writer(s): Lavell Williams
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