plus none

I'm in old Yori you can keep the sport
And it's still fuck them pigs 'less I'm eating pork
He a hater and I still know how to keep it cordial
It's not in my resume to pull up looking formal
I ain't got no time for games baby keep it short
I got dogshit on me but I plead the fourth
I just bleed on the track you won't see me sore
I ain't een' finna cap you won't see me more
I been put the fuck up
Work harder than these niggas ain't no need to suck up
You ain't finna wipe no blood so I keep the cut tucked
I'm the flyest in the club but Ion' got no plus one

Niggas walking miles to keep they bluff up
I ain't tryna wait for nun' what we playing duck duck
If you ain't tryna blow my high you can shut the fuck up

You can prolly take that shit up to The People's Court
Yo opinion cool but Ion' think I need a tour
You den' fucked a square nigga how he breach the fort
That shit threw me off, I ain't tryna beat the horse
I'm not where I want to be but she like, "you should sleep in more"
You might think you peeped some shit but really I'm just leaving lore
He got beef but it's not really me it's me achieving more
Couple lakes around the way but I won't ever see a shore
How could I be washed up, I speak what I feel
Man that shade wont make you blossom, you gone end up fossil
He act like we tiwn n 'nem, we more close to opposites
She so bad I spin again, wait I might be out of it
You can save that pitch for them
Promise we not locking in
I'm not into politics but off his tone abolished 'em
I just keep on fucking up but I'm still her lil' monument
It's so much damn pape to get but I wish I was frolicking



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Writer(s): Bryan Thomas
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