Isolation
Man, that shit ride 88
I'm tryna isolate myself for greatness
Boy, I'm in this shit to win
No, I'm not just fakin
It be the ones you call your kin
The ones that steady heatin
I really thought you was my friend
But then again, you snaked me
Fuck goin' back and forth
No, I ain't tryna tweet
And I done walked a lotta miles
On my own two feet
I can't be broke
I got a child and family to feed
And I know it's a cold world
So I'ma keep the heat, yeah
Back then, I wasn't thinkin
Now in my hand got this cup
Instead of drinkin
Say he my mans
But in disguise, you steady changing
I had a plan
And I fell off of ones that's framed in
Yeah
Im cool don't need no friends
Other side, they wanna do me in
This tool in my pants
They ain't no opps
They just some fuckin' fans
Before I slay my mans
I cut out my own fuckin' hand
Put money on the phone
Just for my brothers
Jocing in that can
I'm tryna isolate myself for greatness
Boy, I'm in this shit to win
No, I'm not just fakin
It be the ones you call your kin
The ones that steady heatin
I really thought you was my friend
But then again, you snaked me
Fuck goin' back and forth
No, I ain't tryna tweet
And I done walked a lotta miles
On my own two feet
I can't be broke
I got a child and family to feed
And I know it's a cold world
So I'ma keep the heat, yeah
I'm tryna isolate myself for greatness
Boy, I'm in this shit to win
No, I'm not just fakin
It be the ones you call your kin
The ones that steady heatin
I really thought you was my friend
But then again, you snaked me
Fuck goin' back and forth
No, I ain't tryna tweet
And I done walked a lotta miles
On my own two feet
I can't be broke
I got a child and family to feed
And I know it's a cold world
So I'ma keep the heat, yeah
Back then, I wasn't thinkin
Now in my hand got this cup
Instead of drinkin
Say he my mans
But in disguise, you steady changing
I had a plan
And I fell off of ones that's framed in
Yeah
Im cool don't need no friends
Other side, they wanna do me in
This tool in my pants
They ain't no opps
They just some fuckin' fans
Before I slay my mans
I cut out my own fuckin' hand
Put money on the phone
Just for my brothers
Jocing in that can
I'm tryna isolate myself for greatness
Boy, I'm in this shit to win
No, I'm not just fakin
It be the ones you call your kin
The ones that steady heatin
I really thought you was my friend
But then again, you snaked me
Fuck goin' back and forth
No, I ain't tryna tweet
And I done walked a lotta miles
On my own two feet
I can't be broke
I got a child and family to feed
And I know it's a cold world
So I'ma keep the heat, yeah
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Writer(s): Chance Turner
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