4G (SMS)

[Verse 1]
Y'all are treatin' Rob the Block like my first song
You heard I ain't been around, I bet you heard wrong
Summer just left, all the birds gone
Tryna stack, cut me off, get swerved on
I need God but I won't look in the air
I'll leave your head spinnin' like your name was Linda Blair
I took your girl on a ride like she was in the fair
Put my weed under the tire, light it up in despair
I'll keep you up at night like I'm the monster in the stairs
I woke up and I realized no one wants ya', no one cares
You better take this advice 'cause no one else will share
When it's farewell y'all be glad I left you well-prepared and uh
I won't ad-lib a whole track for ya'
Instead I'll say "New York's back" for ya'
And then I'll put Exit 40 on the map for ya'
And I reccomend carrzing a strap for ya'
Cause niggas act, better hope your homie blast for ya'
Shit-talk on your TL, not an Acura
My Twitter fingers unclench and they slappin' ya'
And my buddies always chillin' in the passenger
I used to keep a crowbar in my Timberlands
And I bring more rackets than the Wimbledon
I been good but I feel I might sin again
4G but my messages won't send again, like

[Chorus]
Did you get the text?
Did you get the text?
My message won't send in iMessage
So I'm screamin' "SMS"

[Verse 2]
I'm screaming "SMS" at bad rappers
Stop making songs, I hope you get mad faster
You the type to fake a robbery in Rio
I used to pull up to see Rob Bebe at Brio
I still show up with J & Reem, that's the trio
I bring the fuego but mi corazon es frio
Way back I had to hide Lil' Reem from his P.O
Security was tryna pat ya', no Cleo, uh
I don’t checkmate tricks, I'm not Neo
I need some independent chicks but I'm not Ne-Yo
You wish I was around but I'm not near, yo'
Married to the game but I ain't on one knee, yo'
Ayo
And what's number three-oh?
Add a dime piece to that, two times tebow
That's a 40 Star, click-clack then reload
Got so many bars 'cause I know y'all need those
And I'm like

[Chorus]
Did you get the text?
Did you get the text?
My message won't send in iMessage
So I'm screamin' "SMS"

[Verse 3]
Confused by the way I present myself
Change your views by the way I resent myself
For the sins that I choose, I repent myself
If you gimme a location, I'll pay rent myself
'Cause I been out here like a goddamn slave for the ends meat
Used to leave work to sell weed in my friend's Jeep
Used to dream about having a Beamer, Benz and Bentley
My homies got the first two
Let's see what Santa sends me
Another bag of coal to set a fire in your chimneys
I work for what I got, I ain't never saying "Gimme"
I never trust a cop even if he's acting friendly
And I'm 'bout to make a drop, meet me at the back of Wendy's
They took all that I gave them and then tried to take extra
And I took all of the weight and I took the extra pressure
Just to show I hate the fake and if you're that I don't respect ya'
Listen to my lecture
Let 40 Star correct ya'

[Chorus]
Did you get the text?
Did you get the text?
My message won't send in iMessage
So I'm screamin' "SMS"