P.S

P.S
When you get back home
Just text
Don't bottle your thoughts
Don't stress
It's healthy to clear your head

Put the badness to rest
Put your head down
Invest
Time and money
Into your grind
No need for passa
What a waste of time

But
If passa calls you
Your beef is mine
Runaway boys
Screaming slime
Paid actors
Yeah, we despise

If I had a pound
Each time they lied
Or better yet
When they didn't ride
Be a sweet one
Saying rich goodbyes

Ain't no rich
Like a happy life
Ain't no rich
That can buy my mind

Guess I went off track
I get lost in facts
I don't sing, I rap
Gift soon be
On the map
Or
On a track
Or
In a booth
Don't take much
For me to set the mood
So when I do what I say
Don't be confused
Life's a mental test
No time to lose

Did music for vibes
Now I look at it like a friend
Melodies stand by my side
Even when I'm out of trend

They'll be back round again
Paid actors, go pretend
When the scene has lost substance
Gabs there to fix and mend

I don't need to bitch
Don't need to send
Don't need prove a point
For you to go beg friend
Want a BDE
Who can be a man
Or a pretty one
Who won't play around

Want my money longer
Than your music span
If I'm your Gift, or your Curse
Know I'm part of Gods plan
You can turn your head now
Bet You'll watch when I land
Turn your head now
Bet You'll watch when I land

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