Cheap Shot
I've been
Hungry for the bands
Now
I see you got a man
How
Is you doin' been a min
Like
Is we still friends
Baby, you the one I've been
Baby
You the one that been
That been on my mind, every night, every time, every flight
I've been on my P's and Q's, tryin' not to let you use
Me in any way that you could find out and go abuse
I've been feelin' weak, these summer weeks, they feel like shades of you
tryna find my peace, and look to beats, and kill a verse or two
I've been off the trees, I've been off the drink
When I numb, this shit to tease
So I smoke away the pain
How you look back what you done, then go off and actin' like a saint
Man, this shit ain't nun, it ain't fun
I advise you go and pray
I'ma tell you where I've been, I'ma tell you what I saw
I've been hungry for a win, I know it's in my genes to ball
I see you lyin' out your teeth, why you tellin' all that wrong
I'ma give this shit a week, I'ma watch your ass crawl, yeah
It's a slippery slope, watch me go and fuckin' slide
How you make me feel wrong?, yeah, even when I'm right
I know you gon' hear this song then after giving me the side-eye
Just wait on "Cool Tones" it's gon' be a long ride,
Know they talkin' about me, double C's up on my tag, prada what I see
No, I ain't even copped a bag, cause it's always been on me
Always had this shit since birth, that's how I got it naturally
Don't care what you say, it don't really bother me
So why you always callin' me, I let that shit just go and ring
If you hate just go away, ayy
Hungry for the bands
Now
I see you got a man
How
Is you doin' been a min
Like
Is we still friends
Baby, you the one I've been
Baby
You the one that been
That been on my mind, every night, every time, every flight
I've been on my P's and Q's, tryin' not to let you use
Me in any way that you could find out and go abuse
I've been feelin' weak, these summer weeks, they feel like shades of you
tryna find my peace, and look to beats, and kill a verse or two
I've been off the trees, I've been off the drink
When I numb, this shit to tease
So I smoke away the pain
How you look back what you done, then go off and actin' like a saint
Man, this shit ain't nun, it ain't fun
I advise you go and pray
I'ma tell you where I've been, I'ma tell you what I saw
I've been hungry for a win, I know it's in my genes to ball
I see you lyin' out your teeth, why you tellin' all that wrong
I'ma give this shit a week, I'ma watch your ass crawl, yeah
It's a slippery slope, watch me go and fuckin' slide
How you make me feel wrong?, yeah, even when I'm right
I know you gon' hear this song then after giving me the side-eye
Just wait on "Cool Tones" it's gon' be a long ride,
Know they talkin' about me, double C's up on my tag, prada what I see
No, I ain't even copped a bag, cause it's always been on me
Always had this shit since birth, that's how I got it naturally
Don't care what you say, it don't really bother me
So why you always callin' me, I let that shit just go and ring
If you hate just go away, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Rene Favela
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