Bitch, Forty

[Hook:]
Mamas getting pissed
Guess it's cause I’m looking like my dad
I don't give a fuck about my life
Because that shit is sad
Really dude?
I had to get it
Since I was in middle school
Dreams of playing soccer
Yet I'm never making Liverpool
A loverboy
Play it cool
Heart is soft as corduroy
Acting like my dad
But I will always be a mama’s boy
Catch that?
Give my girl the check and tell her cash that
Investing all my money
Guess I'm trapping outta NASDAQ

[Verse 1:]
I post her
Playing all the cards, I'm talking Joker
I needed me a Harley
But she kinda want it over
I broke her
Then stole her heart
She texting me
It's over
But the way she acting now
It's no more talking, gotta show her
Just actions
A simping loverboy
That lives in past tense
Passions
Of me and you together
Satisfactions
Guaranteed
I put her on her back
Now where the referee
I ate her from the back
And take her soul
She got the best of me
I'll buy an SRT just for my mama
Cause she kept it real
I'm snapping on a beat
I'm off the drank, and yeah I popped the seal
I’m out to kill, I’m out the way
I'm thinking imma die today
These dreams of catching bodies
Imma make it out another way
Bitch I’m on a mission
I can see the vision
Where I'm from you're either in the grave or you're in prison
And R.I.P. the n***as that was cracking through the system
Cause now the government just putting crack into our system
I wanna buy a Jeep just for my sister cause she want it
I wanna buy a diamond for my girl because she on it
I’m proud of her
She doing what she doing
Imma Prada her
She good without the minks
But in the Pink, shit I can fly to her
[Hook:]
Mamas getting pissed
Guess it's cause I'm looking like my dad
I don't give a fuck about my life
Because that shit is sad
Really dude?
I had to get it
Since I was in middle school
Dreams of playing soccer
Yet I'm never making Liverpool
A loverboy
Play it cool
Heart is soft as corduroy
Acting like my dad
But I will always be a mama's boy
Catch that?
Give my girl the check and tell her cash that
Investing all my money
Guess I'm trapping outta NASDAQ

[Bridge:]
Man I'm thinking about giving up on this rap shit
Cause ain't shit happening yet, and I'm still in the met working a 9-5
I'm just dropping too much music to not be making it anywhere

[Verse 2:]
You thought this shit was over?
I ain't giving up on what I love
Cause imma take it over
Witnessing the magic that I spit
I'm bout to call Jehovah
Imma Loverboy
That's why I'm moving like a Casanova
Her Face is hella pretty
I can paint a perfect picture
I be looking like a lick
But they ain't trynna read the scripture
It's in God's hands
Load the Drake, and then I make it God's plan
Trapped inside the city, got my n***as feeling boxed in
Boxed out
Yeah
You getting crossed out
Fight so many demons everyday
I kinda lost count
N***as talking shit, you get a tech
You getting tossed out
Used to be a goofy N***a
Now I am a boss now