A nigga had to get the pen and pad for this one,
old hoes calling my phone but I always miss
it...gotta keep them at a distance they see how
I'm living..and besides you know this soo
Smoove shit is addicting what nigga realer than
this one...shorty hit me 3 years later whats
happening…you heard the music got a nigga
stacking..only girl to ever play me out was
jasmine...and in the end I know she wish it
woulda lasted...but now I pull up in the white
Mercedes laughing 550 or the gwagon it don't
matter...you had to know her personally to catch
the last one i guarantee she tell you in that nigga
if you ask her...we the topic of
conversation..always have been, always will be
the people gotta feel me...I put my heart into this
shit and show the real me walking through the
building lookin filthy...back on my old shit...I
found a letter from my old bitch, sincere words
from her telling me to keep it going and since I
ain't heard from her that's considering the fact I
used get the curve from her had a thang for
you...used to rock my chains for you...sneak the
range for you then suddenly I changed on
you..clouds came over us I brought that rain on
you...years past now I'm spilling all my pain for
you...sometimes I wonder if you still down...like if
I pull up on you in ya new city how would you
feel now...like if the whole world knew my shit
would you feel proud...and in reality we here now
& still got time..
Hour long conversations wit my niggas...we
plotting on the mission...we tryna make a
difference...we tryna show the world we
everything the game been missing and here you
come wit all ya problems and since the p*ssy
was good Im always here to listen...at times I sit
and wonder if you really coulda had me...before
you sent me ya number you sent the addy...in
the dm I knew you wanted it bad see I woulda
pulled up on you gladly I let you pass me...22 in
the field like a young Mcaffey park the whip by
the curb till shorty give me the word...funny
thing about it I knew how much you was
worth...but when it came to you & the dream you
was never first...top floor nigga my shit up here
with the birds...40 pointer dancin on a nigga so
absurd...you knew it wasn't over night I had to
wait my turn...and with all my lessons learned I
know That You still mine...
Young nigga I'm still doin my thang too...it's a
shame you...told me pull up and a nigga never
came through...you like it when I rap but love it
when I sang too...you took me serious but like to
play them games too..maybe when I get
established I can put you on a flight one summer
night and you can show me what that thing
do..haha, I'm just tryna entertain you...girl I know
you know we still got time...
And you still.. mine