My shawty just called
Said she done with the drama
She don't fuck with the transformations that come with the commas
She not comfortable knowing bitches wanna fuck me for Guala
She gon' fuck for the Dollar
She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense
I only been obsessed on where I'm gon'
I'm obsessed with building business
She obsessed with building homes
I confessed I been addicted to the wealth and how it's grown
It don't mean shit knowing I'm selfish while she still get left alone
I'm a glorious man
From the Dirt emerged a Tulip like the florist had planned
I ain't been forcing my hand to score through the defense
I just contort where I am to morph into pieces
More conducive for the puzzled mind
Subtle lines the undertones of greatness getting underlined
Undesired pockets getting hung inside the closest
Till it's summer time
My confidence been booming since the check though
We use to take the metro to impress every set show
My efforts to connect flow was paralleled by corporate
In Attempt to keep my checks low
Them pay day drops ain't pay me
My bae would often take me out to offset feeling crazy
Her honesty had saved me from the conscious thoughts of lately
She like, you a gifted boy scripting shit like Sigmund Freud
Lift the pen until the pen you lift can not be lift no more
Someday you gon' be King and for a king they gonna sing for Joy
And now she see truth and see this shit a ploy
My shawty just called
Said she done with the drama
She don't fuck with the transformations that come with the commas
She not comfortable knowing bitches wanna fuck me for Guala
She gon' fuck for the Dollar
She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense
I only been obsessed on where I'm gon'
I'm obsessed with building business
She obsessed with building homes
I confessed I been addicted to the wealth and how it's grown
It don't mean shit knowing I'm selfish while she still get left alone
My mom on my line
My baby girl growing old so it's hard to decline
Her pride & joy across the country
Morphing rappers into lunch meat
The numbers nile got crunching
Got me wondering how we put all this money up in the laundry
Yeah and we gon' wash it
In a mosh pit I'm a profit two ways
I saw the funds before we had them one's in bouquets
I gotta smell my flowers need em potent
As freshman opens of sour and when I, yeah
And When I fertilise my baby girl
What she birth might save the world
And I'ma tell my youngin, know this
Best revenge is ya focus
This world is pictures in motion
And don't you stick to the script
They pitt me against Leonardo's for what I did to this shit
I paint a picture the blind could touch and visualise
Product so popping cut out middle guys
Hoes chirping me, calendar circle me cause the currency
Them dollar hoes get a dollop of dick then politic
My shawty just called
Said she done with the drama
She don't fuck with the transformations that come with the commas
She not comfortable knowing bitches wanna fuck me for Guala
She gon' fuck for the Dollar
She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense
I only been obsessed on where I'm gon'
I'm obsessed with building business
She obsessed with building homes
I confessed I been addicted to the wealth and how it's grown
It don't mean shit knowing I'm selfish while she still get left alone