Lonely

[Produced by Santos of Bluuzone]

[Intro]
Dah- dah...dah- dah...
When no one talk about you, what you supposed to talk about?
At least that's what my momma would say

[Verse 1]
If you a bad bitch then get your eagle on
If you mad rich my nigga go get your ego off
Stunting like we jumping outta planes don’t ever get me wrong
Could be siamese but please niggas couldn’t touch me on no fucking song
Catch me getting stuck in some cut where you don’t belong
Type of nigga, everywhere I go trouble come along
If it ain’t bout paper, please don’t hit the pager nigga not the phone
Time is money, and we’ve been broke since the chromosome
So fuck all my haters that don’t fuck with my latest
They couldn’t fuck with my playlist, my new shit sound like the greatest
Rolling in out Camry, screaming fuck 12 as the speakers blast
Tryna keep the peace but yeah i keep a piece, nine up in the dash
Riding with so much heat its a supernova if we crash
But they killing over color sunburnt if a nigga blast
Rash, I’m just a young black male, trying
Dodge the fucking jail and keep enough for the bail you know

[Hook]
But if money, if money, if money just
Fell out the sky, out the sky-y-y
It get lonely, get lonely
When you paper chasin', I'l tell you why, it's no lie
If you ain't talking money nigga what the fuck you talking bout
(what you saying!) what you talking bout, nigga what you talking bout
If you ain't bout your money baby what the hell you hollin' bout
What you hollin' bout, you ain't saying nothing but a word

[Verse 2]
I spit that wonder rhymer shit, me and my conglomerate
Rock solid like cold politics sitting offsides of mountain cliffs
Yeah i spit that real I spit that real but these niggas won’t acknowledge it
But ignorance is bliss I spit that shit with no admonishment
So little miss black america keep tweaking for that scholarship
Dropped outta college, it made me broke so fuck that scholar shit
I’m popping shit, I’m poppadopilis on Maury Paupvich
I’m sonning niggas, never lenient, on your zenith
Woo! i might be tripping off that DMT
Dreams made this, but they won't play this on no MTV
BET, i ain't fit they demographic
But it's backwards how I'm turning all my competition to bastards
Kinda like how we turn millionaires out of pastors
We paying for these tithes but won't see greener pastures
Rapture, we just some young black males
Confused as fucking hell, it ain't hard to tell

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Motherfuck America with three k’s, ain’t slept in three days
Getting mammon three ways, the devil preying on my temple
Got redemption on my mental but till I changes ways I’m getting paid
Like tonight, what you tryna get into
Strictly for my niggas, the reason why they fear us
Is cause we broke glass ceilings now they looking at broke mirrors
Bad luck shit hem you ass up quick fast
Bust ass on this rap shit, no rip, no tags
I’ve been a fiend since 1989
Try to stop my lines your ass ran outta time, tick tock nigga
We got it jumping you ass backwards, kris kross nigga
Win here all year, Rogaine take the loss nigga
Ego or your life, think about it, what’s the cost nigga
In the worlds eyes, its like we still cool after beefing
At the end of the day we still niggas
Your gold chain don’t mean shit to the world
Don’t think I am man dead it
Make niggas regret it when I wipe em like cosmetics
Niggas faker than prosthetics and hoping they break a leg
Thats like giving me the burner and hoping i get away
Truth…my bitch a rider like Sojurner
Peep the history I’m killing bitches 2 times, Nat Turner
Break backs like Bane, put yo ass on a back burner
Monday night wars, you looking like Ted Turner
Lonely