[Chorus] If it wasn't to get a favor Or trying to get some paper Wonder if you'd even call today And they act like they don't need me 'Til they see the news on TV That I'm dead, already gone away So I sit back and I reanalyze Your love's a lie all today So I'm cuttin' my phone off Like fuck takin' those calls Yeah, this is what I'm on today
[Verse 1] Carried the word on my back for these bitches I lent the shirt off my back to these niggas I never asked to return any favors, you said it Bet I won't hear back once you get it Then they start actin' all different Like aight so you mad at me then get to gradually switching The subject or matter of interest Is what I should charge a man I'll hit you back in a minute Me and my BM ain't even together Still help with the bills 'cause that's family business She textin' "I hate you", "I love you", "I hate you" And I started feelin' like man, ain't no difference Niggas demandin' attention Like it was my bitch and get mad and their ass get to dissin' If I took half what I'm spending back I spend on ungrateful cats, wouldn't have no expenses Fuck it, I'm stackin' my riches Went on tour and came back to the trenches I don't owe you, don't act like you did shit Nigga would have to add to the wishlist I don't recall you add any visions When my suicidal lives were attempted Niggas got an inaccurate vision I marvel at that crack in your lenses I was homeless, ain't have any Christmas But I rap 'cause I'm actually gifted Now I'm on it, get at me to get shit I say no then they straddle the fences With the ops 'til I black on them bitches If I die they gon' act like we friendship And the women gon' act worse than them if This is y'all, I ain't answerin' when hit I'm cuttin' my phone off
[Chorus] If it wasn't to get a favor Or trying to get some paper Wonder if you'd even call today And they act like they don't need me 'Til they see the news on TV That I'm dead, already gone away So I sit back and I reanalyze Your love's a lie all today So I'm cuttin' my phone off Like fuck takin' those calls Yeah, this is what I'm on today
[Verse 2] Yeah, like a grave plot I be one deep With a gauge cocked in the front seat They never aid I but I'm H-I sicker they while full like 1-V[?] Everyday's [?] I be unclean Still I made mine apostrophes Walk a straight line for a [?] G's I go save mine for the lunch meat Bumpin' Pac "Only God Can Judge Me" Ain't no back roads on front street Niggas turn backs watching front things Two fingers to 'em, I don't want peace Niggas plant based, they don't want beef Nor smoke with me to be bluntly Full of peer pressure like a dumb teens influencer flew above me All the sense made how they come clean With they conditional love schemes Or relationships I don't champion for like I never won one ring You can't get in touch like voice command Fingerprint list to a touch screen Used to hate now they copy but one thing Ain't no blueprints to become king (nigga) Shit... baby momma almost made the gun squeeze Going through it, can't let my son see (nah) While people fronting like they love me (they don't) Shit, when they call it'd only be for one thing
[Chorus] If it wasn't to get a favor Or trying to get some paper Wonder if you'd even call today And they act like they don't need me 'Til they see the news on TV That I'm dead, already gone away So I sit back and I reanalyze Your love's a lie all today So I'm cuttin' my phone off Like fuck takin' those calls Yeah, this is what I'm on today
This is what I'm on today This is what I'm on todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
