Texty

(Pre's Only Child) (Meezy you a fool for this one) Niggas snitch before the police even show the evidence When my time come I'm going to buy a bigger residence Really in my element I can show you messages I want to be the one... They ain't gone get that reference Keshia Cole they telling me that the flow is heaven sent Bro this shit is effortless Dream of rap checks so big they looking like some settlements Supreme on me head to toe I'm looking like a peppermint He got shot in his foot Next week he trying to step again My nigga Beauxx at the door They gone have to let him in D1 all-state I never wore a letterman Working hard all day I'm trying to stay ahead of them I'm so competitive Dropped a snippet so hard They begging for the rest of it Liking old pics on the gram She be doing extra shit (extra) Want me to shoot my shot at her I'll hit a Hesi quick Other shit don't concern me I seen somebody 50 on the corner still serving My nigga trying to leave the game I seen him pulling on his jersey (He need one coach) I don't think you heard me The goal is the bag, get out the way, retire early Phone on DND cause I'm working Phone on DND cause I'm working That's my baby Asking me my whereabouts She turning up, new car, she moving out her parents house I buy expensive clothes I used to hit the clearance aisle (literally) I'm making all this music I'm going to let them hear it now Vision bad, but it's a little clearer now My Buick cool but I need some automatic steering now (Tesla) Came home, seen my momma I asked what the tears about Eviction notice on the door They was trying to kick us out Rap, hoop, go to school I ain't even pick a route Yeah I did all three knowing it's gone get me out (All three) Extra steak when we eat Sometimes I get to pigging out The shit used to dream I really get to live it out I'm just doing what I said I must be vegan Cause I ain't beefing I want bread Let's call it even I'm chasing dream instead Back yo bags, we got a long road ahead It's a marathon I ain't tripping I got legs Going too crazy!! They going to put me on some meds Niggas baselining, living life on the edge While they FaceTiming, they ain't stopping at no reds These hoes do the same shit, listening to Meg Eyes in the rear view, but I ain't looking for a fed Sometimes I like to write, sometimes it's off the head They telling me I'm special One day they might call me Ed (Yeahhhhh) I'm Pre's Only Child I been a fool, been a fool Literally
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