12 HRS EARLIER

[Verse 1]
Yo gimme a second man
Somebody hold my drink yeah
All up in the back of the club
My dawg tryna roll my dank yeah
My phone keep blowin' up yeah
These tens keep showin' up yeah
They just wanna show some lovin' yeah
Probably gonna end up fuckin' yeah
Ou, I cannot lie to you
If I wanted, I'd probably fly to you
Ass, skinny body in this motherfucker
Who the one is I'm the truth
I don't have to tell a lie yeah
I don't have to tell a fib yeah
Honestly I do not fuck with anybody
Guess that make me celibate yeah
Guess that's makin' me a lone wolf
Stakin' money up to phone books
Where the hell where you a year ago
When I was comin' up with nothing
Now I turned it into something homie
Down the street, you hear me bumpin' Tony
I'm so tired of you fuckin' phonies
And soon enough I'll make sure all you know me yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah walkin' up in this bitch like I own it yeah
Yo, lotta new faces on my cohonis
Fuck even is an opponent
Man I'm just up in the moment
I been workin' by my lonely
Hope I never be the old me
Never doin' what they told me
Lately I've been feelin' hella cold
Got my heart stuck up in the winter yeah
And they told me that I never was so I'm really fuckin' done with the splinters
And I'm blowin' gas on the way to a show in the back of a sprinter yeah
I remember all the times that I would have to worry about what I would eat for dinner
But now its all different sat down and mapped out the mission
Putting out the music and they listen
Sprial, demise, they don't realise they're gifted
If it really ain't broke, then you really can't fix it yeah
She used to tell me, that I would be something
Now I am back stages bitches steady mean muggin' yeah
You better stop runnin' at me
All these bitches start comin' at me yeah
I just smoke a joint until the pain fade away
And these bitches made away yeah