July 6th

Verse 1 :

So this beat came on and this shit touched me
I get love from my momma and these streets love me
Left Tamia in the past and this bitched loved me, moving on to the next
Stuck with your ex, don’t mean to judge underneath the vest i got a heart too
Doing this for the love and the art too, get my song on the cloud on that iTunes
Getting rich off streams I’m a tycoon, oooh
Niggas move so softly, best where I’m from ain’t no one to top me
Y’all sound the same but my style ain’t the type you copy
Or, or you get on that pay check
Skill versatility stretched like a Maybach
Focused on my goals ain’t no box I ain’t check
See the hunger written on my face, a face tatt
If you ever switched sides, no can’t change back
I was raised to forgive, but sometimes let em’ get another sip - they feed you more piss
So it’s fuck you, and your momma too
Wishing bad luck on you and your karma fool