Missed Calls

Girl I ain't no star I just ain't from round here My pilot told me i'll go far if i stay from round here Hell im so good at missing calls bitch i'm perfect this year And i suggest you trace your scars if you get lost my dear Nigga i can't tell if i'm dreaming Lord forgive me if i think i'm in charge But the snakes in the grass are starting to get smart And the snake in my pants is starting to get hard And i'm fucking everything with two legs and a heart And some ass and some titties and an atm card ---- from my ---- and i lust for my scars And this broke nigga dick guarantee i won't starve Well i suppose that you suppose using hoes is getting old And you oppose that maybe i should grown on up and iron clothes And find some hope find some work and write in cursive Been a flirter since my birth they wrapped me up so i ain't fuck the nurse Too numb to react when you struck a nerve So i hits the bitch in a circle jerk With me myself and my penis semen Canine teeth got me feline feenin Hold up rewind nigga --- he like a bald eagle cheefin I ain't even breathin I'm a motherfucking ghost you can tell cus i flow And i lose my head without even bleeding Fuck what a motherfucker thought that they knew about us We got the juice and we keep on squeezing Like drip drip drip drip drip Hold up me cup me take a sip Hold up me pinky me think me rich Me being foolish me no pay rent Me look at roomies all of em pissed Eviction notice taped to the fridge Thank the most high me no got kids They would be cannibals eating your kids (I told her) Girl I ain't no star I just ain't from round here My pilot told me i'll go far if i stay from round here (You see me in that bentley don't start to acting friendly) Hell im so good at missing calls bitch i'm perfect this year (When the room's spinning and the who's who's in it) And i suggest you trace your scars if you get lost my dear (Aye you ain't on the list now the a list enlisted) I done had all night to think about this I done had all life to think about this Get a plate with strife and too South for shit Let me click my heels and toss on them grits Let a nigga hold five til my grinder click I done had all life to think about this All yall judging handful of pricks I done passed out twice and i ain't been hit Shit i might be blessed let me write this script Never gave this right i really don't need an apartment Line like who fried the fish Who brought the lobes and who had got keys Let me get that little piece together Gotta go gotta go gotta leave you better Grew up where the leaves are wetter And i hope and i pray when you read this letter That the seeds don't catch up to your knees already Cus all my dogs good They running they running don't run out the clock They living in a false hood for damn way too long man check out the stock But that's cool yall can keep on sipping out this joint since 62 And imma sit outside that shit just like the old dudes Said imma sit outside that shit just like Kukoc do And watch you jump who owe who to satisfy your sudoku Said baby girl i ain't no star I just ain't from round here (White walls and wood floors) My pilot told me i'll go far if I stay from round here (You, you see me at the bar don't, don't go to hollerin about no shots) Hell i'm so good at missing calls bitch i'm perfect this year (Don't fuck with me) And I suggest you trace your scars if you get lost my dear (One check out the window, people watching, slow up)