No One Else

Good morning america
I always wanted to say that
No more lil homie talk
Niggas big me up like a suit
On ye & pump
I do this for niggas pitching ye
Up out the trunk
Putting five on the pump
Another five on the blunt
I don’t fuck with trump
But I’ll have a threesome in the trump
Freak her in the front
She got her freak on in the front
Drop her off at Dekum if she front
I can be lethal when I want
I won’t speak to you in months
Price going up like the boy
Been gentrified
A thousand shots to my spot
And I’m still alive
I was Infatuated
Before Dilla died
Touch the sky yea
Touch the ceiling high
I play the villain I
Yea
Nun talk if it less then we deserve
Life is like the purge
I miss the times I was less concerned
I a fan of words
Didn’t know these words were like flipping birds
I heard the herd and went missing first
Every vibe a different verse
A bull with the pen
But I’m pitching first
Betting on myself
Is a gift and curse
In Santee alley
Living off PayPal
In Cali
Show love
But I’ll split ya wig
Sally
No patty mayonnaise
We past the fan phase
No more bad days
Check the fan base
If I go out like peep and Mac
Put my flowers in my damn vase
Give me my damn space
I pray y’all peep the tracks
Like y’all keeping stats
I want all of my secrets back
All I ever wanted was someone
To feel me back
Never wait until a flower
Dies before you pat it’s back
Yea man
The real is back