McDonald's (Freestyle)
I get lonely baby
I hadda cut my day ones out because they acting shady
I was raised to hustle, fuck I look like being lazy
She asked me if I love her, shit, ion know maybe
He said he need another week, nah nigga pay me
We ain't talk for months, tell me how been lately
I've been doing drills but I've been tired of it
I got a toxic bitch with attitude, I fucking love it
I'm tryna make it out hood but I still love it
And free the thugs until they free I would pay for it
This life is catching up to me imma pay for it
Before I go I gotta get this money that's on god
They say I changed and that I switched put that shit on god
I'm tryna feed the guys but first I gotta beat the gods
Risk taker, everything I'm Mr.beat the odds
I'm tryna make it home, Im driving through the fucking pots
He said my name like he was dissing, just know hell is hot
He tried to run, don't trip don't get fucking shot
I told you not to play with me, because I'm what you not
I pull to the car meet, shoot out at the parking lot
They talk to me I don't say much I know that they don't care
I made her body with some money, she my build a bear
Even though we not together, just know that I'm that I'm there
I can sense your energy off that fucking stare
Just tell the truth, do me miss me, or pick the dare
We was couple goals I thought we was the perfect pair
Imma selfish nigga, no I can not fucking share
I keep my emotions to my self, why would I share
Why would I share
I get lonely baby
In this darkkness
I love you baby
I hadda cut my day ones out because they acting shady
I was raised to hustle, fuck I look like being lazy
She asked me if I love her, shit, ion know maybe
He said he need another week, nah nigga pay me
We ain't talk for months, tell me how been lately
I've been doing drills but I've been tired of it
I got a toxic bitch with attitude, I fucking love it
I'm tryna make it out hood but I still love it
And free the thugs until they free I would pay for it
This life is catching up to me imma pay for it
Before I go I gotta get this money that's on god
They say I changed and that I switched put that shit on god
I'm tryna feed the guys but first I gotta beat the gods
Risk taker, everything I'm Mr.beat the odds
I'm tryna make it home, Im driving through the fucking pots
He said my name like he was dissing, just know hell is hot
He tried to run, don't trip don't get fucking shot
I told you not to play with me, because I'm what you not
I pull to the car meet, shoot out at the parking lot
They talk to me I don't say much I know that they don't care
I made her body with some money, she my build a bear
Even though we not together, just know that I'm that I'm there
I can sense your energy off that fucking stare
Just tell the truth, do me miss me, or pick the dare
We was couple goals I thought we was the perfect pair
Imma selfish nigga, no I can not fucking share
I keep my emotions to my self, why would I share
Why would I share
I get lonely baby
In this darkkness
I love you baby
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Writer(s): James Nalls
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