iPhone Error

iPhone Error

It's the iPhone era

These traitors on restriction

Too many perk addictions

Plus the system

Ain't working with us

It's the iPhone era

We're we text and drive

Through plexiglass

Never get to press send

Snapchat with yo best friend

This just in

(What)

We living in the iPhone error

iPhone ain't backed up

My Screen all cracked up

Memory full

Adapter wanna act up

You get the message

I still power up

Coward fucks is powder puffs

Emoji'd Up

Run in yo hot spot

(Yep)

I downloaded security codes

They gotta app for that

Meanwhile too many cases pending

Too busy chasing money

To be chasing women

You see the place

I'm living

The grace

Gods given

My children

You wanna get rich

Here's the trick

Get a open mic on a stage

In front of some chics

**** love to talk they shit

Me I walk it

Like I spark it

I'm from where

Shit get dark at

Black lying like

He ain't got the truth

In him

When he enter

That booth spitting

Me,I took the truth cerium

Hit her with that

Bookie talk

Like take my number

An I hope I hit

See how dope I spit

Beats get murdered

In the 1st with intent

By 2nd verse

I'm the shit

Until they wipe me out

Nobody likes me now

Except at Nike town

My psyche might

Politely frown

At Drink Champ Confessions

An rappers

Wearing dresses (wow)

**** lose respect

Until then thangs

Be whistling

My Facebook

Fight club gang initiative is

No bitching up

Look at what it's come to

(Us)

In a country that hasn't come to (uh)

Since we heard

Bill Clinton smoke to

Got some throat to

Bust on her coat

An got interviewed by the news

I'm through

But wait

Snap chat me that nappy

Direct message them breastes

An I like that if you like back

But please don't send me

Them long texts

I don't get catfish

By the wrong sex kid

Bitch, I'm not desperate

I'm complex

As trying to figure out

A bomb threat

At yo Mom wedding

But still chill as a bottle

Of Dom sweating

I'm Gucci as Gucci

Getting Gucci from Gucci's

Money doesn't grow on trees

But I'm still about my loose leafs

No rental cars or ghosts writer

I pen these bars if I recite 'em

He leader of the pack

(Yep)

He keep the heater with the cooler

An liter in the cooler in the back

He put to toolie to ya hat

Everybody' got the mag

Trying to drunk drive

Gone an put

Ya duddie in a cab

It's the iPhone era

These traitors on restriction

Too many perk addictions

Plus the system

Ain't working with us

It's the iPhone era

Where we text and drive

Through plexiglass

Never get, to press send

Snapchat with yo best friend

This just in

We living in the iPhone era

(Aye a yo Ja

Ja is it live

Is it live

I hope they watching)