Confessions

[Chorus]
I'm on the road and I can show you how to flip a O'
This ain't bout the money, this about the principle
You are a part of me, match me of syllables
Kill my nigga, can I see you Mr. divisible
My ma'am always told me not to be a criminal
But be yourself, I always tried to be original
Just get your money, why you always be political
The city full of fuckin' fakes, this is immersible
Violate my nigga that shit ain't permissible
And what is life without a dream, there is no visual
Could of done a lot, but you couldn't do the minimal
I might forget, but I'm not the type to be forgettable

[Verse 1]
To be forgivable
I ain't predictable
My broski lost a charge, the evidence is unmissable
These hoes typical
I'm on the 401, and that dash, it is a digital
I'm been pissed, and now so you see me snapin'
I see a opp in traffic, and I get into subtraction
And even in the club you never see me ain't lackin'
My opp's know we always locked, and loaded know we packin'
CC called he said he missing all the action
But you ain't glizzy splashing nigga why you cappin'
Your side bag empty, and you do this shit for fashion
And we some imger's, but we made it happen

I've seen a lot so try to match my energy
My nigga caught a body, and hes standing right next to me
Life is a test, and we got God who is the referee
And you feel different baby, your touches feel so heavenly
And my heart heavy
I missed my dwag everyday, so sometimes I feel empty
I'm losing sleep, I know some niggas tryna' end me
You was my dwag, this what bag [?]

[Chorus]
I'm on the road and I can show you how to flip a O'
This ain't bout the money, this about the principle
You are a part of me, match me of syllables
Kill my nigga, can I see you Mr. divisible
My ma'am always told me not to be a criminal
But be yourself, I always tried to be original
Just get your money, why you always be political
The city full of fuckin' fakes, this is immersible

[Bridge]
This is my confession
No deals let my phone call, that's just my preference
I pray for all [?] for broski up in heaven
I grew up in [?] taught me life lessons

[Chorus]
I'm on the road and I can show you how to flip a O'
This ain't bout the money, this about the principle
You are a part of me, match me of syllables
Kill my nigga, can I see you Mr. divisible
My ma'am always told me not to be a criminal
But be yourself, I always tried to be original
Just get your money, why you always be political
The city full of fuckin' fakes, this is immersible