Miami

First trip to Miami beach, I was 18
Two beds in the hotel, skip to day three
One bitch on the other bed, one beside me
Hungover, head pounding, this some different timing
Ask Angel, I don't rap lies
Woke up to a handful of C size
I ain't even hit that, just wanted to feel like that guy
But I wasn't even rich yet, zero dollars in the bank
Work trip with no pay

Robin took advantage of me
Disguised some free work as new doors opening
Companies affordin' all this luxury
Audacity to tell me its zero budget
But what's the budget for La La?
You know, the Houston gal with big thigh thighs?
I don't think she take trips for free either, beyond feelin' heated
At least the Instagram flicks impressed that one bitch
Same dumb bitch would end up in Miami with some hoe friends
I cut the rope quick, so puzzling
Full circle moments like this, they got me wondering
Next time I hit the city, better get a check
And next bitch I come across need some better friends, hopefully

And nah I ain't proud of this
But I was runnin' out of shit to write about
Back against the wall had to look at my past
Not enough new shit from the present
Back at the 9-5, it's déjà vu
Three days in Miami just to come back and serve food
This real truth
Feelin' blue, losin' progress
It seem so obvious that ups and downs come with this process, I'm just tryna trust it
Next three that i shoot, watch the bucket (E-MOTION)



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Writer(s): Guillermo Galindo Jr
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