Flava

Is it too much to get a FaceTime
While I give my pillow some FaceTime
I mea-- I been working since the New Years resolution
I ain't got time to be chasing coochie
Thanking God I ain't been institutionlized
I just wanna chant and dance like hallelujah
But busy punching the clock like Wac Arnold
Busy In the booth spitting that hot fire now thats Dylon
Guess its just me myself and I on no island
No need to dry my eyes, cause I'm not crying
No need to check that line cause I'm not dialing
Im just trippin on what I’m missing on
Ya know, Its that time of the month
Spent too much time Factime with my blunts
Trying to stack it up
So a nigha don’t have to stunt
When I ride by know I bout it O miles off the concrete
Trying to tell them nighas that I’m hungry
Now why they trying to humble me
Sometimes you got to go at it alone
But thats hustlers ambition
Whatever I ain't got, I ain't missing
A nigha bought some shoes, I bought a nine
A nigha bought a grill, I bought a pound
A nigha out of town, I’m out of state
But still getting down
With the crackers and veienaa sausages on the plate
Still breaking bread
Still on they fucking head
Man I'm still on fucking beat
Its like I’m always preaching when I speak
Its like I always dot my i’s and cross t’s
Its like Im always in the front when I lead
Its like why I can't be no ordinary guy
All you ever wanted was some attention and some time
But I...
Man who the fuck am I
Who the fuck am I?

Is it too much
To get a FaceTime
While I give my pillow some FaceTime
I mean I been working
Since the new years resolution
I ain't got time to be chasing after coochie
Thanking God
I ain't in a institution lized
I just wanna chant and dance
Like hallelujah
But to busy hugging the block with my click
Like Fat Albert
Too busy up in some real shit
Like Mike Lowry
Bitches want to be the Kehlani
To my Kyrie
I dont fuck with too many nighas
They ain't Pippen or Rodman
They don’t belong on the team
Many lonely nights
I swear that I was on death row
Shit I gotta be Shug
When I’m pushing on petro
I got a couple dreams in my head
I can't let go
I be moving shit, I ain't gone stop
If Simon says so
Im living one life
The other life I gotta pay for
Gotta good heart
But got to make sure a nigha stable
I swear to God i ain't no mutha fucking angel
Got one in the chamber
Working a hundred different angles
Out here trying to make team mates out of strangers
I don’t give a fuck if its dangerous
I ain't gotta explain shit
Nighas on the same shit
Bitches on the same shit
Im trying to be rich
Fuck famous