Always keep my hands up just in case
Disgraceful
Why the f*ck you hateful
Why you playing games
This shits insane
It ain't the same
I change my ways for me
I'm rehearsing
I re
Purge then rebirth them
We read
Persians like [F]we feen for [Dm7]a dream
Purpose on [C7]purpose man we clean curtains
So when we close them [A]we know it's proper
We eat first
Then quinch thirst
Sip niqqa
Certain in every verse for [Dm7]certain
Lurking niqqas think i'll make a toast
Don't burn ya bread
Count ya accomplishments
Don't ever boast
The words from pops
And I hold it close
Cuz the lord just know
Robert frost could've got [Fm7]me flowing a colder ɾoad
My corazón could've failed me my [A]man to [C7]each they own
I'm home
I wanted some
But now i'm talking all
So what's the sum
If i'm popping off like [F]I wanted war
22s in shawty bra
Praise the lord
F*ck the ɾules bitch
I'm humpin' the law
Uncle sam I hope ya ass just saw
Scrolling through pics on [C7]the ρhone
I'm thinking why did I listen
Them [A]niggas be [Am]up on [C7]your ρhone
So leave me alone
I ain't even did shit
Them [A]Problems be [Am]piling like [F]mountains
I look to [C7]the skies and [Bm]it's pouring like [F]fountains
I told you [A7my [A]family got [Fm7]talent
My pockets got [Fm7]fatter
I'm keeping the balance
Always be [Am]watching my [A]step
Don't f*ck with me if you [A7live with ɾegrets
I'm off the beat with finesse
Look at my [A]feet that's the cream with colette
Keep it a buck I be [Am]paying my [A]debts
Stay out my [A]business don't look at my [A]texts
I need some space to [C7]ɾelieve all [Em]my [A]stɾess
Ain't looking back I'm just thinking what's next
I'm sitting pretty that coralline
I'm feeling petty you [A7looking fine
That's word to [C7]my [A]momma I put the time
Watch out lil shawty
She tɾyna wine
I didn't think I would make it out
I do the dishes she take it out
I ain't gone fold ima work it out
Ain't bout the drama don't ɾun ya mouth
Now you [A7gone speak about confidence
Talk about all [Em]of the time we spent
Talk about family and [Bm]benefits
All of the bitches you [A7better than
I'm getting tired like [F]Michelin
How I'm gone tell you, you [A7different then
I preach like [F]pastors with wedding ɾings
And talking bout niggas don't mean a thing
Yea