Player Talk

I was manifesting my destination
They ain't gone give shit
So you gotta go and take it
And I never been to Asia
But I keep a Blasian
She wear Stript
Not skims
She ain't coming basic
But her favorite shoe an Asic
And I hope that what we doing
Is gone make sense
She fluent with finessing
This player talk
Got her questioning
Every action
She's in and out of sessions
In and out of sections
Her love be so real
Until she loose like a weapon
Like that guy her mom married
I gotta step step step
Might step back like James
On the left wing
Put her on ice like the red wings
I'm Tupac to the camera
When I don't want to speak
Know I'm on this earth by myself
So I don't wanna meet
Know they'll put my ass on the shelf
If I'm dumb enough to sign the sheet
Just know it's me max aj Nahom
Can't forget saddiq
And I pass up on her
Cause you niggas the type to beef
My passion for money
Got me staying out the street
I swear I'm too player to wanna beef
I rather sip Carmel macchiato
New Range on forgiatto
40 spoke
Black and white
Looking like mulato
This rap life a catch 22
I'm damn if I don't
Damn if I do
Do I make a play
Or do I make trip to the booth
Idk what would you do?
Shit what would you do?
Yeah
Facts

I was manifesting my destination
They ain't gone give you shit
So you gotta go and take it
And I never been to Asia
But I keep a Blasian
She wear Stript
Not skims
She ain't coming basic

It's the 4th quarter now
I'm so calm
I'm shooting all floaters
Like I do shabatt at my crib
I'm keeping it kosher
Difference tween bill and yall is
I don't do shit for exposure
Difference tween bill and yall is
Ill be a great when its over
Closest the lord
I can't kick it my cup runneth over
She don't like how shit with us ended so she came for closure
And you gon say some stupid shit to her like come when it's over
Somewhere with bitch on the court
She don't know shit about no sports
So ask stupid ass shit like who's Matt dellavedova
How she gonna look me in my eyes and then say she love
Percs of this rap shit I guess
Cause I barely eem know her
Walk thru bag
Um yeah
Walk thru bag looking like I just robbed the promoter
Just Tracy crib its really just Atlanta Dover
On God after this today
Yall can kill with the talk
Unless you saying shit like he up there with like Michael and Hova
Way we came up bro I can promise wasn't nobody broker
I can't even really shop so I just call the broker
I gotta yellow bitches round the crib
Like they daddy named Homer



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