Ballroom

My best friend became my enemy
Pussy nigga ain't no friend to me
Hallucinating or is my 3rd eye awakened
Either way it don't mix well wit molly, apple juice and Hennessy
I got this to a science though I'm terrible in chemistry
Dissect a nigga like biology, smoked herb, dabbled in botany
You hear us from the hall, throwing money in the ballroom
Funny how cash accepted even when you in the wrong room
Dolo on my lonely ask if anybody come through
Keep to your cell and see if anybody call
Ask yourself how many times did shit fall through
You'll notice how many just ain't solid at all, I
Use to have a small safe stashed in the crawl space
I love y'all from distance but I can not give em all space
Coffee in the morning wit my blunt
After I wake up next to big tits, big butt, I'm
Rubbing on her cunt, she asking watts for breakfast
I put the blunt down and take a break fast, yikes
Hit it one more time and then I break fast
And pass her to the bros and she gone do it wit her fake ass
What would it take to sell your soul and do you take cash
Do you have a bank account or does he cash app
Do whatever for the paper on that paper chase
Don't be surprised if she ask, where the cash at
A lot of kings even more small minds
Shit hit the fan you become you nose blind
Alphabet she only doing what I let her
From a to x
Only she know y
Ask zee

I am a man not a boy
I play wit pistols not toys
I am a man not a boy
I play wit pistols not toys

Lose it all then I get all my shit back
Gimme a break before I break you a piece like a kitkat
Sit back, "oh no he didn't" yeah nigga we did that
I see you ain't about that action I ain't with the chit chat, we even
Early morning, broad day or the evening
Rain, sleet, snow no it doesn't matter the season nigga
I am a man not a boy
I play wit pistols not toys
I am a man not a boy
I play wit pussy not toys