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Over It
by TillaClay
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Tell Emmy and Lo that I'm over them
The vision and goals, they been wholesome
Fake hoes think I owe them some
Even my dad said I owe him none
Fuck it, we causing commotion
I brought them the beat and the flow
I need a promotion
Fuck you and your crew and you promoting
I'm getting a bachelors
You couldn't manage associates
Next it's my master
By when no one will no you then
That's facts
I'm at the gym
Wondering where they at
They at club
Pay check to pay check and throwing stacks
She had a bag, but fumbled it
She too attached
He had a chance, but fucked it all up
He's way too slow to react
They steady buggin like gnats
They steady running up running up
Running up tabs
I'm running up
Running up racks yuh
Ay, Run up my stats yuh
Full ride for the scholarship
Know the haters don't acknowledge it
You'll spend your life for a nautilis
On the grind just to rewind
And it's obvious-ly
Let go of shit that was tempting
Way too strong cannot tempt me
On this too long, Cannot change me
Fuck your plans, Cannot phase me
Skate style from the 80s
She don't want you, she want a Mercedes
I'm putting it blatantly
My girl keeping it safe for me
We are not the same, pictures out the frame
It's an exchange, while you rearrange
Your budget for a diamond chain
Just saying, then that shit gone like David Blaine
Clutch shooter, I feel like Dame
But I'm gon never request a trade
Tell Emmy and Lo that I'm over them
The vision and goals, they been wholesome
Fake hoes think I owe them some
Even my dad said I owe him none
Fuck it, we causing commotion
I brought them the beat and the flow
I need a promotion
Fuck you and your crew and you promoting
Fuck it we ghosted
Tell Emmy and Lo that I'm over them
The vision and goals, they been wholesome
Fake hoes think I owe them some
Even my dad said I owe him none
Fuck it, we causing commotion
I brought them the beat and the flow
I need a promotion
Fuck you and your crew and you promoting
I'm getting a bachelors
You couldn't manage associates
Next it's my master
By when no one will no you then
That's facts
I'm at the gym
Wondering where they at
They at club
Pay check to pay check and throwing stacks
She had a bag, but fumbled it
She too attached
He had a chance, but fucked it all up
He's way too slow to react
They steady buggin like gnats
They steady running up running up
Running up tabs
I'm running up
Running up racks yuh
Ay, Run up my stats yuh
Full ride for the scholarship
Know the haters don't acknowledge it
You'll spend your life for a nautilis
On the grind just to rewind
And it's obvious-ly
Let go of shit that was tempting
Way too strong cannot tempt me
On this too long, Cannot change me
Fuck your plans, Cannot phase me
Skate style from the 80s
She don't want you, she want a Mercedes
I'm putting it blatantly
My girl keeping it safe for me
We are not the same, pictures out the frame
It's an exchange, while you rearrange
Your budget for a diamond chain
Just saying, then that shit gone like David Blaine
Clutch shooter, I feel like Dame
But I'm gon never request a trade
Tell Emmy and Lo that I'm over them
The vision and goals, they been wholesome
Fake hoes think I owe them some
Even my dad said I owe him none
Fuck it, we causing commotion
I brought them the beat and the flow
I need a promotion
Fuck you and your crew and you promoting
Fuck it we ghosted
