In Touch

Yo wassup man I know you like uhh
Tryna get yo big rap star
And stuff on and all that right now
You know when you come down from
The mountain tops you think you could
Call a brotha
see how he doin -
namsayin ya auntie Ronnie say
What's going on with you Justin namsayin
You ain't been contacting nobody in a minute
We on't know whats's going on with you
And she needs your new address
She think she sent the thank you card
To the wrong address
hit me when you get a chance

Ahh
It feel good to feel good you know
Yuh
Don't compare me to Kendrick
I got a different forensic
I'm killing anything in sight plus everything codependent
Look I'm so dope I'm addicting
Shoot up with dirty syringes
Overdose on these lyrics
Until they come to they senses
I swear to god i ain't stopping
These instrumentals keep knocking
Pop up and kill any scene
This rapping shit be my dream
Lay yo head in a casket for disrespecting my team
Lay yo head in a casket for disrespecting my section
All you niggas that's hating
Wish yo skill was adjacent
I could doctor up lyrics
For niggas testing my patients
Paint you a picture that's vivid
I'm over looking the gimmicks
Say what up to my fans and middle finger to critics
Lyrically Kola astronomical
Basic rappers are comical
Smoking on gravitation you know that i gotta lotta
Pull up in something that's foreign
All of my clothes imported
Asking me where i got em'
Knowing you can't afford it

I just wanna know
Would you pick up if I called you
What would you
Would you pick up if I called you

I
Was made in the make of fortune
Was never one to be broke
Articulate with these words
When other artist would choke
These lyrics work like my ammo
I'm spitting em like i tote
They know I'm killing this shit
But they look at me like i don't
I'm heat and i thought i told em'
Proceed to jump on my scrotum
Like Kobe was in the garden
These niggas can't seem to hold em'
My money is doing yoga
Yo money looking like Yoda
Niggas be popping beans
Well wake up and just smell the Folgers
These documents in this folder keep all of my lyrics tight
Homicide on this paper the only thing that i write
Originality driven you niggas sounding alike
This music keeping me grounded until a nigga take flight I'm gone

Aye Justin this OG Su-Side Solo 707
I'm just letting you know I'm a man of my word
Be patient lil bruh because if one don't work out
I'ma do everything I can to uh
Reach out with the little powers I got
So just sit patient and uh I ain't forgotchu
I'm just checking the number
You may be busy and it's nothing
Just letting you know
A man that ain't a man of his word
Ain't no good



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Idowu
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