My dadda said momma should stop buying drinks

Like what did you think

I think that she didn't want you to go leave

Now I'm in my dreams

Your tucking your son in when he goes to sleep

I'm still in my dreams

I'm pinching myself cause I don't know what's real

Don't know what to feel

Momma said I look like him but I know that she hate him

Fucked up my shit why I'm faded

I don't wanna talk to you lately

Like why is you keeping me waiting

I don't wanna chat till you back like yah

Count your days you don't count your cups

Smoke my thrax in the back of the club

Got too much thrax I don't got no love

It's crazy how I'm making this shit when I'm nothing

Like momma told me to go put this shit right back I'm kicking this beat cause I'm fussing

What do you want from me baby I know it's not nothing

I know that there's something

Used to be loud in my class when I hopped in my pad I thought nothing was funny

I'm cream of the crop

I'm taking my shirt of I feel like I'm Randy I'm saucing these bitches like Moss

Like what is you talking about take that cock out your mouth when you know that I'm hot

I'm feeling like Michael no Jackson just check on my genes and you know that I'm scott

Talk to me bad

Talk to me nice

I grip my four loco

Flying with a kite

Take my shit

But I got my four loco

I don't know

Where you been you just gone call me

On the phone

If you love me or don't want me

I'll be here

In the back scene with my tears down

By the pier

Smoking fefe with my peers now

Yuh