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It’s crazy how me doing good turn to a bad habbit I’m on a flight to see a man about some plans to take a chance and don’t nobody understand so now they mad at me I ain’t got time to make the world happy Or make my girl happy She throwin’ fits and makin’ faces and flippin curls at me I’m turnin’ sexy bitches down, I don’t deserve that shit Your body curvy, but I’m still gon’ have to curve that shit I heard my partner talkin’ down, I hate I heard that shit He sent me yellow vay, he been contemplate Lookin’ at this shit the wrong way I’m tryin’ get outside the hood but I can’t be a competition Dawg you racin’ with your own fate I’m tryna tell you what I learn, but you ain’t tryna listen You gon’ listen to them niggas who ain’t got they own cake I really wanna be like, “fuck it, go your own way” But if something happen to you, I’m gon’ feel the wrong way I got a lot above my shoulders It’s more than my head, it’s more than my eyes, it’s more than my mind Flight attendant ask me am I fine Then she walk me down the isle and let me get between them thighs Then the pilot hit the speakers and said “let’s turn bitch on this ride” Feel good when I leave the house Tired of hearin’ everybody mouth Momma thinkin’ I’m trippin out My engineer doing his own thang SongtexteClay gone, I ‘ont want no route Throw a bag, I ‘ont want no trout Bitch loud, I ‘ont want no mouth Her pussy good but I ‘ont wanna eat it out Hey, if you ever doubting me you better put your bitch up These niggas talk, but when they see me niggas get they hiccups The homie caught too many bodies, he be doin’ it for a hobby Hadda stop him in the lobby, told him “put the stick up” I need some time to myself, so I could clear some shit up And everytime my fans tweet me, that shit made me get up I went from memes to a novel, hadda switch some shit up And now these labels on my line, they tryna put that bid up Got 50,000, all twenties And my gucci carry on Until tryna stop me cause they kush is my cologne I don’t tell em when I’m leavin, I don’t tell them when I’m home And when I’m on the airplane, can nobody text my phone These bitches textin’ me, wan’ get the best of me Nobody dressin’ me, I made my recipe You got to stress for me, to flex on me Or we can’t split the treasury You lonely if you dealt with me, I gave you nothin’ less than me They probably think I’m going crazy cause I’m talkin’ to myself But my words cost a bag, so I ain’t talkin’ for my health But my thoughts been going left, reason Parker faked his death Put my drip inside my luggage, left my feelings on the shelf I leave it, don’t want it These bitches, they phony Ain’t good, for nothin’ But in it, like Conas I put that bitch up in the corner, don’t feel her persona And if I feel that’s something real, no way that I condone it My partner sent up in the pin, I know he hate bologna But I got niggas in the street, I know I try to help and meet Them niggas d’rather bother me, than hussle on the corner I gotta see you want it, for me to [?] You try to step inside my shoes, bitch you can’t tie these hoes up Nobody ever held me down, but I’m still tryna hold up These niggas wanna see me die wish they could shoot my show up I’m knockin’ niggas bitches down [?] I line them hoes up You tryna keep it to yourself, you tryna drive the hoe up But Ima fuck her anyway, most Ima do is sign the hoe up Most likely Ima give her back these hoes don’t talk about much Cause I don’t usually wanna talk if you ain’t talkin ‘bout bucks Aus Songtexte Mania