HABITS

I've been connecting all the dots, new habits, I'ma get it, all depends upon my flaws, you
Had it but it left, I gotta tell you that's a loss, and way before the money, bitches
Clenching all my draws, just a thought, need a crib with some whips up in the garage, told
My mama I'm gon' get it, no more stressing once you boss, gon' focus on my mess with

Every lesson that I cross, too smart for them to test, I get a second and they lost, uh
See I really couldn't care about your friends, lil' homie, they don't know me so let's fuck
Them till the end, lil' homie, I need something new, other than perspectives, who the fuck
Are you, been throwing out opinions, like I care, that's the fucking truth, so let me

Tell you straight, you seeming fake, slithering with snakes, creeping with the jakes, you
Gotta pace to put him in his place, boy gon' wanna say just what he think, I won't let
him think, he just a lil' late up to his fate, left him in the paint, she said that I'm great
I already know, won't pick up the phone, cause I'm fake, leave it at the tone, eating

Up my plate, we not the same, I've been acting grown, you just entertain, I put in pain
Even while it's cold, cutting off my friends, ain't no time for foes, a Bentley and
A Benz, I'm a grind for both, I've had a lot of tens, need to find the hoes, leaving up
A dent, I'm just trying to toast, ain't got a higher song, now that his writers gone

Whether I'm right or wrong, still gon' keep on fighting on, bitch, see I always been a
Dick, I don't conversate with lames, that type of shit just make me sick, I've been
Balling, yelling fuck it ever since I was a kid, if I'm honest, there ain't nothing
That I really got to risk, it's what it is, still in the mode, I won't lose it, uh, flipping

Like De Niro on the road, going stupid, uh, sipping down a barrel all alone, going through
It, I've been told, I won't do it, I'ma do it, uh, connecting all the dots, new habits
I'ma get it, all depends upon my flaws, you had it, but it left, I gotta tell you, that's
A loss, and way before the money, bitches clenching all my draws, just a thought, need

A crib, with some whips up in the garage, told my mama, I'm gon' get it, no more stressing
With you boss, gon' focus on my mess with every lesson that I cross, too, smart for
Them to test, I get a second and they lost, uh, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Goodman
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