MLB99

Praying right now for my mans up north Looking at myself I can't stand remorse Tryna make amends but it can't be forced You'll never get fed if the hand is forced We'll never break bread if you can't break rules You'll never make bread if you can't make moves I know what you said, I know what you do I don't gotta hate kid, I just gotta lay waste Yea I saw your new shit, and I almost pressed play But your homies cosigned me and you had to show hate Why you sick, like you masked up, never show face Hit a lick, fill the bag up, but oh wait You ain't shit, you get bagged up, now you hold weight You ain't shit, you a preroll, you get rolled up You get lit while you sit with the flies, you a whole fruit You a fruitcake bitch, what it do? I'm a dick, get a bouquet for your whole boo, oh that's it? Na, put a letter, saying it's from you She a trick and that's something that I could never do Gimme lip know that's something that she wish she could do I'll admit, I got rid of shit I didn't wanna lose No offense but, some of you are gonna have to choose This is it, do you wanna be a boss or a chooser? You with me now, yo I'll show ya how to boss up It's a new price, everyday I bring the cost up It's between us and the GOATs, it's a toss up Takin shortcuts gon' catch up in the long run Play another Keyboy beat, bitch I'm on one Thinking you could be me, bitch you got the wrong Homie took a quarter out a ounce and made it 21 I was sipping wine in Italy when I turned 21 Thinking I'm-a fall off, that'll happen when the cows come J. Rose in his bag, Keyboy need a bag, Imma need a bag, boy I'm living fast I don't mean to -uh Gotta leave it there, I don't need to wear designer When the latest Yeezy coming out cuz I don't need a pair I don't even care, they don't need to stare, don't wanna be compared The air I'm breathing different, feel like I ain't breathing -uh Keyboy rolled another now I'm high as Peter Pan Never catch me with my hand out, I don't need a hand Always been a standout, shit I cannot stand Way this shit gon' pan out, I don't need that man Was on that shit, shook it, now like I don't need a xan Bro we ain't walking, takin off with us And now my price just shot up, I got my dogs with me I cannot fuck with him, he can't ball with me I'm making everyone around me fucking boss with me Don't wanna talk about huh you took a loss didn't it Now my hands getting cold, gas getting rolled, pants on the -uh Come and get ya hoe, her hands on the floor Answer the door, my mans on the phone, abandon the -uh I can't miss a cook, the lab on my dome By 25, paying off my loans, they don't wanna know To the sky, I ain't coming home, I ain't coming home Wonder why, I ain't want the hoe, I ain't want the -uh Money mine, I gotta go, I don't wanna fuck If J. Rose hit me up, I don't give a -uh Come and pick me up now I'm getting up Yea and we don't give a fuck bout em' anymore When I hear the lab call, all else gets ignored Keyboy what you need, we gon' hit the store We gon' let it rain, we gon' let it poor I ain't feel the same bout her anymore We gon' let rain, we gon' let it poor