Stalker Interlude (feat. Cherrie)

Yo

Hello?

Ay yo

Yeah, where have you been?

Ay yo, calm down, man, I'm

I've called you at home fifteen times

You haven't picked up

What's going on? Where are you?

I was at the studio, man, why you

Every day at the studio?

What about me?

What you mean? I've got a career I've got to think about

What about me?

I've been waiting for you at my house

You're supposed to be coming here

Yeah, when I leave studio

No, it's not "leave the studio"

I've been waiting for time

You're not picking up your phone

It's going to voicemail

What is the problem?

Yeah, you know the reception in the studio ain't proper

The reception? The reception, yeah?

I swear down I'm gonna shout you, man

I gotta go, you know

Whatever

I swear down I'll sh-

Whatever, d'you know what?

Don't call me, don't call me again

You're buggin'

But sayin' nothin', man

I've got this rich chick always tryna split the bill

I told her that I got this, just chill (Cool, nah?)

She started gettin' attached, I told her please take it slow

I'll see you soon, gotta go overseas for a show

(Shout you when I come back)

I wish I'd never met that dumb hoe

Nearly choked when I saw her in the front row (No way)

Me and my young ting always end up back together (My bitch)

But I hope she knows this time it's a wrap forever

Tryna stay focussed, stack this winter

Thought it was all love, but she hacked my Insta' (Fuckin' bitch)

My gold-diggin' bitch want a Birkin

She a ten on the 'Gram but a six in person (Sold me the dream)

I ain't picked up in like a week

Next thing, she posted a picture of me in my sleep, uh

Worst part is the caption said, "Say cheese"

So you know I'm in trouble when my bae sees

I met thick church chick, good aura

Said she don't date rappers or no footballers

It's cool cah, baby, I just fly birds

Tel 'em I buy O occasionally while I rhyme words

She made me drop out all my chicks

First warning sign was when she popped up on the strip, uh

The I told her that I ain't about

Saw her on my camera outside my yard stakin' out

What the fuck, man?

Swear I'm done with these groupie bitches, man

Every fuckin' time, blood

I just need to chill now, man

Chill out with a good chick

I don't really give a fuck

Know you got a lotta girls follow you around

It don't mean a thing 'cause I ain't here to stress you out

You can call me when you come around

Ah, when we get high we can stay a little bit longer

I'm not really 'bout all of the other shit

Call me when you need to get away from it