4 Min Convo (Favorite Song)

This don't usually happen

Like this, though, fuck it

I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls

That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off

Like damn, ****, I was on a jail call

Damn, **** make me hate my cellphone

Like damn, my ****, I'm in the studio

Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago

Yeah, you telling me you starving, but I've been there, though

Like growing up, breakfast, lunch and dinner wasn't cereal

I know what's up

You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up

I know you ain't really with the shits, but you just throw it up

Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up

****, you just wanna be around me 'cause my money up

Heard them goofy **** tryna line me, they don't wan' smoke with us

Had to pop an Addy, I was down, yeah had to focus up

Most of my **** dogs, I hit up bitches that my homies fuck

I hear too much me in ****' songs, so I had to switch it up

I had to switch it up

Pick out diamonds in particular 'cause I'm just rich as fuck

Rest in peace to that boy, Trayvon, I got my hoodie up

They know exactly how we give it up, shoot a bully up

And you bitches know that I cannot waste no time

Bitch, I'm really grinding

If I ever said I love you, never mind it

Especially when I feel like you out here thotting

I threaten you, but I fuck with you, let's be honest

I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic

Flowers, I give you all my hours

I fuck around, I miss you though, I promise

Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us

No bozos in my circle, they get cut

We can't even get around, I got my hoodie on in public

House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me

So when I was in the studio, I said I was in Publix

If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water

Percocets like NyQuil, got me buying sawed-offs

Since I've been in high school, I've been feeling heartless

I swear I was like you, now look at me balling

Ten K on one fit, fly like I departed

Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J Harden

Can't tell if I got it, but I stay on it

And they stay fronting, but it ain't nothing

'Cause I make money, talking big money

Mmm, if I go broke, stay away from me

Mmm, if I go broke, I'ma take money, yeah

I might go broke in my late hunnids

It's hard not to talk money 'cause I got money now

And these chains around my neck over two hunnid thou'

And Puma just gave me a budget

I should say fuck it and give it to the schools

'Cause they need it more than I need it now

Swear I paid my dues, I should speak up more, though I play it quiet

Tryna keep it cool like the time I was in the studio with Future and his goons

Sitting next to my favorite rapper, acting scared to say it to him

Used to bump March Madness, popping Addy's because of you

After you and Drizzy dropping, I got in tune

Drizzy, that's my broski, I appreciate you too, yeah

First time in the garden, it was all because of you, yeah

I probably was OD-ing to do a song, but I was new, yeah

I can't lie, oh you was like my idol, ask my crew, yeah

Right when I thought viral was viral, Tekashi blew, yeah

And that's my **** too, I fuck with you, I swear to God

Type of **** keep that shit a hunnid, cameras off

And I'm the type of **** you might see in Saint Laurent

Different places, Cleveland, Miami, but I ain't LeBron

With different bitches, denims looking like they painted on

Listening to DTB, yeah, that's our favorite song

I don't trust bitches

But you're just like me, that's why I don't trust bitches

This your favorite song, I don't love bitches

Fuck bitches, DTB, no I don't trust bitches, this your favorite song

When you're home all alone

Reminiscing my Dior cologne

No going back, already took your soul

I know, yeah

Woke up with the chills, oh, oh

Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh

Like it's not a big deal, oh, oh

Free all of my bros, whoa, oh

Free my ****, PeeWee, free my ****, Skills, now

Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now

Used to wear the same shit, I ain't looking like no bum now

I'm a New York ****, hanging laces off my Uptowns

Grew up in the jungle where they rumbling for dust now

Running 'round the BX, RIP to Big Pun now

And I don't know why

I feel like they wanna take my life and it's all

Wanna fuck my wife

And these **** wanna take my life

And it's all

Yeah, it's alright

And it's alright

Yeah, it's alright, mmm