Apt308

Yeah Look, I got your text but I ain't get the message You hit the town with your girls and now you talking reckless, broken records I mean, who put them diamonds on your necklace And who got all them gifts that you was checking on your checklist You tell me, be a man Like I ain't him You tryna tell me that I'm lost Girl I can't win And you been tripping through my phone It's ironic, you saying that you religious Girl last night you did like eight sins Yeah, you know you wilding You blacking out like windows on the whip that I arrive in I'm super styling We get to chirping then you put your page on private I ain't hating go ahead run up your mileage I ain't tripping on it Cause if your friend pass me a drink You know I'm sipping on it They say success the best revenge And so I'm sitting on it My mama told me I'm a star and now they wishing on it Guess that's how it goes And now you missing on it Girl, shit even your friends knew what it was They tried to tell you I'm the one Like, girl don't ever fuck it up And yeah you thought you had it Now your checks ain't even sumn I mean look at where I'm at You dropped a hunnid for a dub But I'm all surface Know that I'm not perfect I ain't go to church Just to know this is Gods purpose Me and all my dawgs move together We all working I'm feeling like LeBron I done got the whole squad jerseys The chip next though You shoulda got a ring you Lala I'm not Melo I'm done hearing you blah, blah I'm Tom Morello The way I string together verses Had me on a rope I knew that we was never perfect I still wanted hope But you moved on and I'm cool with that Just know I'm always moving forward Never moving back And since then I ain't get too attached I'll leave this here for you to chew the facts Now what you bout to do with that?