[VERSE 1]

{PART 1}
Pull up in a charger
I ain't gon charge her
Probably low on energy
She wait for me to charge her
Dodge her, like i'm from LA
Her's a barter
Gimme yo soul
I'll give you something larger
I'm farther away from the place of my father
Sellin' that dope probably get yo ass caught
Ballin' wit Lymarie probably made my ass a starter
Thinkin' off old lovers old rubbers never saw us
Saw us, moving to the land of the harvest
Out in Belize plant seeds in the gardens
Now i'm off stuntin' wit my n***as in the parlor
All In my n***a, no it ain't no time for stallin'
Bunch of saved writtens put a n***a in nostalgia
But i'm off that, gotta come with something harder
Broke it off cause I only took you as a borrow
Tomorrow, never leave nothing to say
It was mutual respect, so it's nothing to shade
I ain't got no dirt on you so it's nothing to spray

{PART 2}
My girl always wonder why all my words delay
Got a heavier thought process in the words of today
I love her
She my cover, light skin stunna
Ukraine physique
But her ass gotta bumper
Emotional drained by a n***a that don sunk her
I wanna kill that n***a, cut his neck in the thunder
I wonder
How you gon do that to boo?
Cut her off for other bitches when she only want you
So easy to tell a lie when they give you the true
How the fuck you gon feel if she did it to you?!
You n***as is fluke
Smoke'd her up just to get a feel
Now i'm feeling that, literally i'm filling that
Teach her things, and she know a n***a real for that
Trill for that, get a gold grill for cheese
When the bread start coming i'ma buy her everything, like
Rings or the beam, we gon fly in scene nice
Real fly shit, get high when the stars bright
Balcony love, let her own have zone life
Songs write
All by them self in this prone'd life
By the time she have my baby
All the poems gon form right
We fuck say fuck them other n***as
They ain't singing the song right
Talkin' bout they hungry
But they feedin' the wrong hype

{PART 3}
Long night
Gotta get away from my own strife
I'm thinkin' bout my motha
She ain't hearing these songs right
It's often misconnection, the direct I propose
She opposed, but support'll take me down the long road
You my baby girl, and this message written in it's prose
Sometimes a yes man, gotta learn to say no
I always feel the pressured, but i'm pressed to be sure'd
That every song I write won't rested to be stored
I wanna share the wave & the rest of the seashore
No more up & downs, hopin' off of the seesaw
She saw, that a n***a got it, man he hawd
It was never bout the money cause that's more than What we are

{PART 4}
We are
NFO rep it till the death
We ain't never worried bout another n***a coming next
We forever, you can't beat forever
We separate the standards by the creatin' the cleaver
Endeavors, even when we under the weather
To all my n***as listening, my n***a we better
We gon break bread, separating this chedda
Add it all, this apart of the set up
I gotta write more, cause a n***a is fed up
All my homies gon say, "Young nova he fed us"
Beretta's
Shots n***a