Packed For Vegas Freestyle

(Are we in this dream of mine)
(Fade out of sight)

Y'all ho-y'all-y'all-y'all love drama
I seen it with my own eyes, I get it now
I understand

There's a necessary itch for drama, that y'all just can't seem to scratch

This wild, I-I should just, i-imma stay out the way
I wish I could stay out the way
I wish I could-
I tried staying out the way

I tried staying out the way
But that just wasn't the way

This is like the only fucking way that I know

Yeah
Yeah

Just got out the back of David's
Fully aware of all these allegations
Total fabrications, multi-layered exaggerations
They ain't have no reason hating so they had to fake it

Music so hard that I know you gon' be mad I made it
You fucking with Casino's now like you packed for Vegas
I know they always come around but i'm lacking patience
Right behind me, so foul, now you catching flagarants

Reciting daily affirmations
Making hazy accusations
Signing shady affidavits

Gotta take 'em back to basics
Writing hits to slap the nation
Leading a lil more acclamation

Probably better if I walk away
Find whoever is my biggest opp & block the page
Wanna see you try and stop the rage
I co-I could never do that to a talking stage

Uh
Somebody should held your liquor
Two shots down the hatch, now it's ending quicker
'Least we never had to bicker
You the opposite of your lies, they keep getting thicker

How could I be fumbling when people kept on coming in and I was going numb again
How could I be fumbling when you can't keep your hands to yourself like the government

This isn't what I thought that loving meant
Guess I found the truth that all your lies were covered in
Playing victim like you know the deal
I see how you were perfect with your ex 'cause y'all some hoes fr

Fuck the man, with the cayenne worth a hundred bands
I been treading on a 'mill, make you run again
Say you never sent no shots with the gun in hand
Please talk that same shit to my face, it's my one demand

Being the fakest how you make friends
How you gon' lie & say you ain't know she was grade ten
I see you shedding off the snakeskin
Really tried to keep it civil but i've caved in

You and *** on some gay shit
'Sino's hand on some ace shit
"Fed me & took me under your roof"
Don't remember there ever there being supper for two

Imma close this track out the same way that I started it
All of those issues not my fault, only telling part of it
We could speak about it, get down to the heart of it
But I know now where to find a crazy hoe starter kit



Credits
Writer(s): Harshawn B
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