Funnel Cake / Street Light Pole

Code breached
Soul seek
Cold feet
It's like I know no defeat
My pronouns is nigga just pay the fee
Say the least
Before it's costly like a laker seat
I should charge you people a cadence fees
Moving simpie
Only thinking what the lady needs
She prolly love you more when you fall back
Ah shat
Saw the phone and caught a heart attack
I don't give a fuck if she calling back
This year my only focus is the dollar stack
Hating ass fuckers wanna baller block
You the type to start the war then call the cops
For a figure they would sing it like figuro
Delivery compressed like a key of dope
Bout respect better let eem know
Been Bout a check since my mothers levies broke
In between dreams
Like a mezzanine
Messin w me
Might as well do some ketamine
Poser
Wouldn't buss a can opener
No morals you would fuck your man over
That's none of my bees wax
That's not to mention what your beats lack
What's the feedback
What you wondering
Post a slutty pic w a Bible quote under it

Come equipped
Don't forget when it's said and done who run the shit
Collabin w me is like punishment
Money comin in yea it's funnelin

Street Light Pole

Travel far and wide
No battle scar would hide
Imagine all the cries
Now it's tears of joy
They wouldn't hear the boy
The broke down thought pulled over near the shoulder
Sample chop from a country of the rarest culture
Not a vulture in sight
I'm done trynna act polite
Give me raw give me real cuz I wanna feel it
Too many times I got fucked being lenient
Gimme land and a conceal permit
Not a crab in the bucket I'm
Tucked away like a hermit
You was doing the suckin to move ya career further
I took the longer path
Now you fallin back
Couldn't make simp even if she practice witchcraft
My ancestors got my back
Try to find character flaws but couldn't spot the crack
8th grade saw the needles in the grass
Where we play at
Ain't nothin normal bout that but it's reality
They done sold us all a fallacy
Told shorty I need to search yo cavities for therapy
Like im trynna strike gold
Good now but when the pressure is on
You might fold
See the plot like the street light pole



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Smith, Dane Anthony Rose
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