THE WAY I FEEL

Froot-
Bitch i’m gloin’ and flexin', i’m on the phone an i’m textin’
And if you send me a message on twitter, i will not check it
I could give you my blessing, it wouldn’t cure your obsession
But maybe you would just shut the fuck up for a second
I’m tired of your presence and all your stupid questions
Girl you know i love you but i’m sick of your affection
We’ll go our own direction, i guess that’s the expression
Never look back, gotta keep on progressin'
I love ya so much but i need to do me
I miss your touch and the way you roll my weed
You’re everything i need, methanphetamine and speed
Can’t compare to the way that i feel when you’re with me

J-mix-
I just want somebody i can fuck when i’m horny
I don’t want relationships, i like to be lonely
Demons need love too, angels can’t be selfish
I got a gold heart but you’re always trying to melt it
And we’re all goin to hell, you can burn with me baby
I’ma take you to my room, you gon learn with me baby
We gon earn all this money gotta think like we royalty
Wake up back in reality, i’m hurting and worthless
That’s funny i call myself a god but all i’m feeling is nervousness
Bitches only want the bread but i ain’t got that much yet
Gimme a couple years, i’m writing personal checks
You need to check the way you come at me and learn some respect
I do this shit for myself, this is my legacy bruh
So get a grip up on your girl cuz she keep textin me bruh
It’s j-mix boy froot maxdaddy hunned grand
And a whole bunch of other motherfuckers in my fam

Hundred grand dan-
Here’s the deal this how i feel, slow it down a second
Listen up like you in church and i’m the motherfucking reverend
Open up your notes like i’m about to give a fucking lesson
The knowledge that i’m droppin never stoppin, so keep rockin
Roll up with my whole crew, roll up with my gremlins
Fuck you and your boys, fake wanna-be-drake motherfuckers
Pardon me, did i hurt your feelings? promise didn’t wanna
But i get on the beat, and i turn straight into piranhas
Run and tell em, makin dough, that’s all i know
Stay on top, i never fell, don’t break a ? to these streets
I know them very well
I’m straight gangsta it ain’t hard to tell
100 grand in my left pocket, right below my belt, bitch