Losing friends

Whoa
Still trying to make them feel one
Big ziggy not the little one

It's magic in the air
Like the magic hour
She want a Louie bag
I rather send her flowers
She got a bbl
That gave her super powers
She really started scamming
Instead of going to Howard
Finding peace for me
Is like trying to find keys
I told Rah get out the streets
And gave him ten g's
Two weeks later
Feds gave the nigga twenty three
Now his mother
And baby mother
Out here blaming me
I be in the crib looking up
Meek mill beats
Niggas L keep trying to
Make me buy real beats
Walking around with
Five K that shit still me
Walking around with
Thirty eights in case they kill me
I be rapping to my hood
So they could feel me
But every time I go there
Them Niggas grill me
If I come through in some shit
That shit is really me
I be taking off the tints
So they could really see

Shisha lounges overseas
Ask me what flavor I wanna breath
I'm looking for that hashish
Fine Restaurant wine
The steak carts
I Travel for summers in the winter
And more summers in summers
On the plane so much
I barely touch the ground
Like I hover
Or a Red Bull commercial
Thats plane wings for another
Trip like I trip over nothing
Mind been on mars
In others words I been
Dreaming far
When I close my eyes
I been the stars
I need to do this i'm emotional
Stop saying I'm ruthless
I thought about it
Before i did it
Stop saying I'm clueless
I heard you and then I curved you
Thats not the same as not doing it
I learn to chef it
Not that I hate how you cook it
I made a mistake
Cause I always got to
Ask you to cook
Thats disappointed as fuck
Then you watch my
Plates on the gram
Bitch annoying as fuck
I pop the clique Demi sec
Or the nectar Moët
Oh nothing happened
Im just thirsty
And really need a beverage
I let her say what's on her mind
When I really want head
If I really was offended
Then you would really be dead
Don't let that go over ya heads
A crown is still on my head

King



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Writer(s): Lamont Frazier
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