Epiphany (feat. YFN PORKY)
Listen if it's out of your control that means it's out of your hands
And if it's out of your hands it should be out of your head
Don't let things you can't do anything about
Consume too much of your mind
I used to hang out with some lames but then I elevated
Uh huh
Now I'm blessing the distance
But now I'm perplexed on what is my purpose?
The meaning of my existence
No helping hands I don't need no assistance
Cuz I'm on a mission
But since I got haters I'm on the right path
Why?
Cuz there's resistance
I had enough situationships
I don't need another mistress
I'm a loverboy and a heartbreaker
Cuz I fuck girls with no interest
I knew I didn't care for the girl
When I searched dates up on Pinterest
I reminisce when I was dating my ex
Cuz those when times were the simplest
Nah fr
The simplest
Man
Now after I hit em I cut em off
I feel like Steve lacy
I guess it's my bad habit
They just want me to listen I'm giving solutions
I'm very pragmatic
I lack emotional intelligence
Well I was raised by a man
I ain't gon lie those are excuses
I know if I wanted to learn then I can
But I like having multiple avenues
Not one particular plan but this how I think about it
Would I want my daughter dating a nigga just like me?
Hell nah
Fake niggas
That's one thing I can't stand
Well I'm not saying I'm fake but I need to start changing my ways
Cuz I'll be damned
I already realized I can't save her from everything
Cuz life isn't planned
All I know is she won't be a pick me
Cuz that's how you get fanned
(Talk to em)
Fanned out, sell your soul just to stand out
Running errands on command now
But for her I'll give a handout
Fr
But for her I'll give a handout
Uh huh
Don't sell your soul just to stand out
Facts
But for her I'll give a handout
Fr
So ain't no way she getting fanned out(facts)
Uh
Oh my god
Oh my goodness
Man I do this for my little brother and my sister
I do it for my father and mother
Can't do it for no other
Now they
Now I be thinking about it almost every day
Because niggas be funny
(Oh my god)
I'm really about to say fuck the fame I just wanted the money
(Okay)
If I'm in a deep thought I gonna be missing them niggas
(RIP)
I was down in the deep bitch I ran to the bag
Had to get out my feelings
So long my old self
I had reopen a new shell
Yeah
And if it's out of your hands it should be out of your head
Don't let things you can't do anything about
Consume too much of your mind
I used to hang out with some lames but then I elevated
Uh huh
Now I'm blessing the distance
But now I'm perplexed on what is my purpose?
The meaning of my existence
No helping hands I don't need no assistance
Cuz I'm on a mission
But since I got haters I'm on the right path
Why?
Cuz there's resistance
I had enough situationships
I don't need another mistress
I'm a loverboy and a heartbreaker
Cuz I fuck girls with no interest
I knew I didn't care for the girl
When I searched dates up on Pinterest
I reminisce when I was dating my ex
Cuz those when times were the simplest
Nah fr
The simplest
Man
Now after I hit em I cut em off
I feel like Steve lacy
I guess it's my bad habit
They just want me to listen I'm giving solutions
I'm very pragmatic
I lack emotional intelligence
Well I was raised by a man
I ain't gon lie those are excuses
I know if I wanted to learn then I can
But I like having multiple avenues
Not one particular plan but this how I think about it
Would I want my daughter dating a nigga just like me?
Hell nah
Fake niggas
That's one thing I can't stand
Well I'm not saying I'm fake but I need to start changing my ways
Cuz I'll be damned
I already realized I can't save her from everything
Cuz life isn't planned
All I know is she won't be a pick me
Cuz that's how you get fanned
(Talk to em)
Fanned out, sell your soul just to stand out
Running errands on command now
But for her I'll give a handout
Fr
But for her I'll give a handout
Uh huh
Don't sell your soul just to stand out
Facts
But for her I'll give a handout
Fr
So ain't no way she getting fanned out(facts)
Uh
Oh my god
Oh my goodness
Man I do this for my little brother and my sister
I do it for my father and mother
Can't do it for no other
Now they
Now I be thinking about it almost every day
Because niggas be funny
(Oh my god)
I'm really about to say fuck the fame I just wanted the money
(Okay)
If I'm in a deep thought I gonna be missing them niggas
(RIP)
I was down in the deep bitch I ran to the bag
Had to get out my feelings
So long my old self
I had reopen a new shell
Yeah
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