Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dante Chambers
Lyrics
Lyrics
Lotta fake love
Lotta fake smiles
Sorry no I'm not feeling em
Ive been closed off
Lotta old friends but they really weren't real enough
I cant dose off
Two four seven is the way that I'm working it
I cant fold nah
Run off the pain ion break i indulge in it
Im back on bullshit
All they new shit cant fuck with my old shit
Oh they cap in they rap so they bogus
My team got the motion y'all know this
Claim my spot on the map call me OD
I like mixing the perkys and codeine
Elevating nothing like the old me
All the talk sounding good gotta show me
Im back up in it
Running these laps better flag the finish
Don't regret a thing cant go back a min
I hit the baddest bitches
Beat down the pussy its gone diminish
Im what they born to mimic
Was stuck on the bench had to switch positions
They said that i cant but i came and did it
I came and did it
Certain shit just not too new to me
I Stay out the way do it fluently
Ion follow the trends I'm influencing
Love the art to this shit hit it beautifully
Put the pills down that shit gon ruin me
Was down on my ass wasnt choosing me
Now they flock cause they seeing the jewelry
No fooling me
Lotta fake love
Lotta fake smiles
Sorry no I'm not feeling em
Ive been closed off
Lotta old friends but they really weren't real enough
I cant dose off
Two four seven is the way that I'm working it
I cant fold nah
Run off the pain ion break i indulge in it
I cant doze off
I cant fold nah
Thought i told ya
In them trenches gotta have a cold heart
Told my momma we aint stressing no more
Gang with me and they tryna go score
Fuck them niggas they aint upping no score
Fuego been that nigga ask yo hoe dog
Freaky bitches tryna take they clothes off
If i cut you off aint no spinning back
We forever got motion could picture that
Yea they call me the goat got these niggas mad
Told lil bro lock it in lets go get the bag
Lets talk bout them shots who they sending at
That fake love and them smiles we gon send it back
Got lil bro in the cut
Im like get his ass get his ass
He dont even care he forget his mask
You my lil dog stay in the cut give him the word and
He tryna sick his ass
Thats why ion like being around them snake niggas
Cause he peep shit and ill give him that
Like BRRT
Lotta fake love
Lotta fake smiles
Sorry no I'm not feeling em
Ive been closed off
Lotta old friends but they really weren't real enough
I cant dose off
Two four seven is the way that I'm working it
I cant fold nah
Run off the pain ion break i indulge in it
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