After This Don't Call Me

A lot of time, a lot of pain, go into the words I'm saying
So I hope that you can feel it
Keep my distance from some people, Lord protect me from the reaper
'Cause I know that they ain't wit' me
No everything ain't what it seems
I use to dream 'bout triple beams
Now I dream of finer things, tryin' stay up off the scene
While I stack this fettucine

And I got this fine lil' mamacita
I'm on my grind, but she tryin' see me
I know she'll be by my side if I call her
Came through wit' no panties on, she ain't a staller
Who can you trust, who can you call on?
I had some love, but now it's all gone
Some folks I love did me dead wrong
So who gone toast up wit' me now?

I know she'll be my side if I call her
But I told her after this don't call me

Pourin' Dom Perignon on the ground
You only pop it when you do it for the 'Gram
I just left the Ritz wit' a baddie
And I had a couple racks in my baggage
Hold me down 'cause, you know I live a trench life
A hundred rounds 'cause, a nigga live a trench life
I done came to far to let 'em knock me off my pivot
I can't stop until we all sitting on milli'

A lot of time, a lot of pain, go into the words I'm saying
So I hope that you can feel it
Keep my distance from some people, Lord protect me from the reaper
'Cause I know that they ain't wit' me
No everything ain't what it seems
I use to dream 'bout triple beams
Now I dream of finer things, tryin' stay up off the scene
While I stack this fettucine

No everything ain't what it seems
I use to dream 'bout triple beams
Tryin' stay up off the scene while I stack this fettucine
I told 'em from the jump they didn't believe it



Credits
Writer(s): Karan Bisht, Muhammad Holmes, Earl Cooper
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