New Phone

Just got a new phone, but the devil still calling
We was down bad broke how it feel to be at the bottom
Bitch, I'm really in my zone and these niggas still watchin
I got demons all around me, you gon' have some real problems

Yeah
Real six mile shit
Got my bro sliding through traffic while I'm hanging out the whip
Know a couple niggas trappin', I'm prayin they don't get flicked
Know a couple niggas cappin', I'm tellin you what it is

What it is, what it ain't though
I took 17 pills and then I hopped inside the Durango
From a place that you can't go
Eastside shit, brought a strap up in this bitch like I'm Django
Bitch, you the type to save hoes
I'm the type to hit her from the back and then she givin' me her bankroll
What you niggas wanna hate for?
You can't touch me, I'm prayed up, surrounded by my angels
What the fuck these niggas talkin' bout
I had to cut some of them off my heart is darker now
I had to sacrifice these niggas for some large amounts
Yeah, I'm running with that bag and I can't put it down

You're not safe, bitch I been turned up, geeked up all motherfuckin day
Conversations, got a new phone and the devil keep callin' like hey

Just got a new phone, but the devil still calling
We was down bad broke how it feel to be at the bottom
Bitch, I'm really in my zone and these niggas still watchin
I got demons all around me, you gon' have some real problems

Yeah
Real six mile shit
Got my bro sliding through traffic while I'm hanging out the whip
Know a couple niggas trappin', I'm prayin they don't get flicked
Know a couple niggas cappin', I'm tellin you what it is

Let me tell you what it is
Since I was a kid, I always knew I would be rich
I been through so much, yeah I got trauma in this bitch
They like, Sova Six, man, when you droppin' that new shit?
I got hella demons, but make sure my people straight
I'm a project baby, I was raised on Section 8
I remember days when I ain't have nowhere to stay
I do hella drugs just to handle all the pain
Now I'm locked in, this is not a phase
I remember days I put that Glock up to my brain
I just wanna make sure that my lil' bros okay
I just told my bitch that I love her, we gotta pray
Ayy

Shawty wanna FaceTime I don't want her to see blood up on my wrist
I know something ain't right, I put out my phone and I dialed up 666

Just got a new phone, but the devil still calling
We was down bad broke how it feel to be at the bottom
Bitch, I'm really in my zone and these niggas still watchin
I got demons all around me, you gon' have some real problems

Yeah
Real six mile shit
Got my bro sliding through traffic while I'm hanging out the whip
Know a couple niggas trappin', I'm prayin they don't get flicked
Know a couple niggas cappin', I'm tellin you what it is



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Writer(s): Noah Hall
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