Not a Love Letter
I'm Sweating in thiS motherfucker
(I love you)
Go
I could claSSify mySelf aS the greateSt ever
If I write you a Song, beSt believe it'S not no love letter
We getting good at thiS paper chaSing
I'm just Shredding all the competition
I told FLEXXX he got to 'preSS my vocalS
The way I Stand on my competition
I told FLEXXX, we eating good over thiS Side
My nigga really got to pull up on a different Side
I carry all my baggage, I got Some boneS inSide my wallet
-SkeletonS already filling up my cloSet
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Imma look up a different type of upper echelon
We dissect the viSion, break it apart
And then we piece it back together
Like ain't nothing happened
I told FLEXXX I'm on the way
To Steady adapting the flowS
Fuck all the caSh, I want that gold mine
My mind iS gold
But I got to realize that I'm never letting go
Mama told me not to streSS
Over none of theSe hoeS
I might juSt call up my bro and
Tell him that we throwing up all of the o'S
I might juSt call up my popS
And tell him that he the goat
I might juSt call up my popS
And tell him that he a goat
(I love you)
Go
I could claSSify mySelf aS the greateSt ever
If I write you a Song, beSt believe it'S not no love letter
We getting good at thiS paper chaSing
I'm just Shredding all the competition
I told FLEXXX he got to 'preSS my vocalS
The way I Stand on my competition
I told FLEXXX, we eating good over thiS Side
My nigga really got to pull up on a different Side
I carry all my baggage, I got Some boneS inSide my wallet
-SkeletonS already filling up my cloSet
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Imma look up a different type of upper echelon
We dissect the viSion, break it apart
And then we piece it back together
Like ain't nothing happened
I told FLEXXX I'm on the way
To Steady adapting the flowS
Fuck all the caSh, I want that gold mine
My mind iS gold
But I got to realize that I'm never letting go
Mama told me not to streSS
Over none of theSe hoeS
I might juSt call up my bro and
Tell him that we throwing up all of the o'S
I might juSt call up my popS
And tell him that he the goat
I might juSt call up my popS
And tell him that he a goat
Credits
Writer(s): Nixon Tshiloane
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