Renovate (feat. DRAM)
A mistake, a mistake
I think you made a mistake
Frenemies, enemy
I don't got no enemies
Renovate, renovate
I don't like this energy
I don't wanna sell my place
I'mma have to renovate
All my niggas turning fake
All my women jumping ship
I don't really wanna sink
Should've left them off the rip
Renovate, renovate
I'mma have to renovate
I just bless 'em, I don't hate
I'm aggressive, that's okay
Now wait a minute
Ain't you that the same nigga that was dissin'?
Ain't you the same bitches that was missin'?
Me with all the bullshit you was hittin' other niggas with
These other niggas really doesn't matter
Especially when you think I got my cash up
Please just back the fuck up as we pass ya
Cause I just don't believe you
Whenever I see you you see-through
Cause you seem like the type to just suck, jump, and leave too
And I'll be right here forever
And I'm changing my number on my cellular
See my hinges getting weak
And the drapes over my dreams
I don't think I need to leave
I'm just tired of the charade
And the winters getting played
And the ceilings getting caved
Cause you chillin' on my roof
While I'm building up the game
Getting paid, bet I pray
I'mma preda- to your prey
Moving at a better pace
All I do is mediate
Get away, get away
Get the fuck up out my face
Get the fuck up out my way
I can do this shit for days
I can do this shit for days
I think you made a mistake
Frenemies, enemy
I don't got no enemies
Renovate, renovate
I don't like this energy
I don't wanna sell my place
I'mma have to renovate
All my niggas turning fake
All my women jumping ship
I don't really wanna sink
Should've left them off the rip
Renovate, renovate
I'mma have to renovate
I just bless 'em, I don't hate
I'm aggressive, that's okay
Now wait a minute
Ain't you that the same nigga that was dissin'?
Ain't you the same bitches that was missin'?
Me with all the bullshit you was hittin' other niggas with
These other niggas really doesn't matter
Especially when you think I got my cash up
Please just back the fuck up as we pass ya
Cause I just don't believe you
Whenever I see you you see-through
Cause you seem like the type to just suck, jump, and leave too
And I'll be right here forever
And I'm changing my number on my cellular
See my hinges getting weak
And the drapes over my dreams
I don't think I need to leave
I'm just tired of the charade
And the winters getting played
And the ceilings getting caved
Cause you chillin' on my roof
While I'm building up the game
Getting paid, bet I pray
I'mma preda- to your prey
Moving at a better pace
All I do is mediate
Get away, get away
Get the fuck up out my face
Get the fuck up out my way
I can do this shit for days
I can do this shit for days
Credits
Writer(s): Allan Kyariga
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