Lyrics

Checking the stats
Hell no I won’t ever look back
I won’t ever make a bitch a promise
Cause this bitches never been honest
Why these **** acting like they God sent
Now they got me moving like I’m godless
I was tryna kick it on my humble shit
Now they got me out here tryna pop shit
my problemz wayy behind me, like my ex i let her go
see my swag and they define me i’m too trill it shows
i got steeze they talm bout swag can even blame them they’on know
paint me black for what ? witt two bunnies just like snow
Type shit
Bout to hit em with a right left
Type of beef they can’t digest
Im on trap time 
This that night shift
Young **** tryna swipe cards 
For some the free the youth 
And some nike techs
Was born like this 
Why i can’t go back
No interviews 
No i can’t confess
Go bend the rules 
Aint no bending back
she can’t leave for nothing i cracked cc’s at pandora
gotta bounce quick before it bounce back
at the top floor made her throw back
skeletons in my closet
x make her think i’m possessed
why would you think i’d do that
running away from evil bae im running away from shaytan
my problemz wayy behind me, like my ex i let her go
see my swag and they define me i’m too trill it shows
i got steeze they talm bout swag can even blame them they’on know
paint me black for what ? witt two bunnies just like snow
Running laps on my 
My demons
This that ghetto gospel 
Im preaching 
I done seen some real **** 
Fall off
Unknown numbers 
We don’t pick that call up
Preacherman 
She calling me daddy
Sticks on him 
I pull up like a caddy
Paper stacks 
Working out the office
Legendary 
Never been no novice
buss him head boy we don’t know that boy
lef and gon boy we don’t know that boy counting bread fah fah all we know bout boy
must be a fed why you ramp up me ski
Written by: Jaleel Thomas
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