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
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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