Sistanem
JID
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(Cole, you stupid) Look, you told me never let this get ahold of me You hate to see me hurt you want to hurt someone for me Way too down to earth, don't do no dirt for me please I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea God know what I'm doin' he gon' deal with me Niggas ain't cut like that, but you'll kill for me And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks You right there when I need you But I know these ain't your kind of people I finally bought a home to raise my family I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies I tried to call yo' phone again, you said it wasn't on And by the time you got my letter I was long gone Back on the road, gone with the wind blows Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos Platinum and gold, you know how this shit go When family's gone, you don't know what you here for, uh Just remember, remember who I am, mmh Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers Ballers, fathers, all the fallen Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers Ballers, fathers, all the fallen Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game 'Cause soon as niggas get a lil' change, niggas change And playin' with the Lord's name sayin' it in vein You head the song and said I did the same thang You seein' something different in my eyes and she emphasized And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets I'm on the wrong track, road back F*ck it, I'm hittin' it on the road I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough She know she happy that we doin' better than before As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul I felt like she yellin' like Azealia in that megaphone Said I'ma hit you in the mornin' keep your message on I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself Ask questions, choices, destination Courses, highway routes, Royces Rollin, voices, goin' on and on and on, it's noisy I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind In the lifestyle, the shine from the iced out diamonds That combine with misogynistic mindsets Dialect from slave, die tribe, they tryin' dissect to re-digest I toss that mindset overboard like an object I'm tryin' to find a letter to the Lord from the projects 'Cause when I was a boy I didn't know that we was poor And now I'm on tour got a moment to explore And show my niggas soemthin' we ain't never seen before Open doors so you know I'm goin' Back on the road, gone with the wind blows Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos Platinum and gold, you know how this shit go When family's gone, you don't know what you here for, uh Just remember, remember who I am, mmh Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers Ballers, fathers, all the fallen Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers Ballers, fathers, all the fallen Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face? Try and try to free my mind but I can't find a way Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face? Try and try to free my mind but I can't find a way Look, I never gave that much a f*ck about this shit To let it challenge my integrity But you questioning me got me you thinkin' less of me The lesson in this shit is we should talk Face to face, f*ck the messagin' Meet me in the flesh and you can see I'm still lil' Destin Lil' brubby, lil' BB bald head as a baby in the Huggies Stuntin' like my dad I'm a druggie Money in my hands but it's bloody Try to understand if you love me, ayy Make plans we can roll like the old days Facetime call came with a stone-cold face We don't talk often when we do we send, "Are you okay" Somebody fuckin' with you I'm on the way, it's on the waist I could tell the way you look that ain't the case Figured you was mad at me When you said you need a break from the family And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings And ever since I started rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen Like when granny passed I ain't wanna answer the phone Writin' in my pad, hope I don't rememeber this wrong Last time I seen you we was sending her home October, November, December was gone But on the 25th we gotta be there for Mom I'm talkin' to you now but can I see you tomorrow? I can be on the way soon as I finish this song So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doing And I don't f*ck with the Devil but I know he pursuin' And I know that Jesus died thirty-three like Ewing And he prolly did the same shit that we like doing I now you gotta feel the animosity brewing It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash But it's past that Send me all the money that I gave you over CashApp back Since you actin' as if We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw) That's fucked up (that's fucked up, man, that's right)
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Written by: Destin Route, Eric Roberson, James Blake Litherland, John Welch, Kameron Cole, Osunlade, Taalib Johnson
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