Lyrics

Ayy, tell him stay out my business Why the fuck you worried about who I'm with, I got my **** with me
Some **** since sand box some of them, I met up in the trenches Ever since I got me a lil' attention , bitches, wanna have my children
Slow, up, movin' too fast, but if we did, get Gucci stroller, I don't remember every person who said they hope I blow up,
I'm one of them ones, if you ain't know, I thought I told ya, uh this the take over, ayy, uh
Time to take over, so I hope you listening Professor P in class, in session **** pay attention
Everybody tellin' me I'm cold, but it's hot in that kitchen Feel like Lamar, I can take off, but I still know they blitzing
But lately, maybe somebody hear my soul cryin', n they come save me yea I ride with them demons, but won't let the devil take me
Pap went and got a camera for a **** just to tape me Cause they might not believe this shit unless they see it in HD
Bitch, I'm the one I feel just like Tracy McGrady, a different creature, mixture of Mahomes and Brady
This Life shit is a game, but I can't let nobody play me Nonchalant to all the bullshit, I could never let it faze me
Crazy, thought you was the one, but you betrayed me Who the fuck am I to think I could turn a hoe to a lady
All my **** watch my back in case a **** try to blade me That struggle shit what made me, baby
Ayy, tell em stay out my business Why the fuck you worried about who I'm with? I got my **** with me
Some **** since sandbox , some them I met up in the trenches Ever since I got me a lil' attention, bitches want to have my children
Slow up, movin' too fast, but if we did, get Gucci stroller I remember every person who said they hope I blow up
I'm one of them ones, if you ain't know, I thought I told ya it's the take over
take over
Written by: Quincy Hicks
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