FAN A ME

It’s like I’m speaking in code

You don’t hear me but you know what I mean

Cut class to puff grass the other side it was green

My **** bleed how I bleed so they solid as me

Black, deeper than the roots stand as solid as trees

Left foot after right foot, simple it seems

But **** get to trippin, problem is they trippin on me

How you gas me but you sitting on E?

I’m sitting on dubs my bitch lap slick as the sea

She real bad, got ass, and she bigger than me

She’ll beat your bitches ass and make your **** pay up the fee

Off 187 Ave where I got made into me

Never will I beef with **** not in my league, so stop fronting

**** better follow the lead and watch something

**** know I been in the lead, you’re not running

Any not on my team, we not punting

Nah we can’t kick it

I thought I was different, but you’re differently different

So I chose a different path and you chose not to listen

Go figure

I figured out a plan and got bigger

You mad and got bitter

You standing next that ain’t your ****

They gone say they know you like the back of their hand

Post a couple photos just to call you they mans

If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan

Used to be my homie now you’re more like a fan

Reflect on the past, looking back damn

Wouldn’t understand, wasn’t quite on brand

If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan

Used to be my homie but you’re more like a fan

You’re more like a fan of me

Got two bitches fanning me

You’re more like a fan of me

Got two bitches fanning me

You believed me in me at first

Then immediately got hurt when I ain’t put you first, second was my dawgs, you was third

Could’ve been worse, all these bitches I done curved

Coming home before curfew to calm your little nerves

Work your little curves

I ain’t said a word I wasn’t sure if what I heard was what I heard

Sorry love I have back off

Start declining calls like a bad card

It ain’t that hard

I got a cracked heart stabbed in the back I got bad scars

Fast pace like a nascar

I’m moving

Switching up the scenery, I see what you don’t see in me, I end up where I need to be

I see the demons deities

Smoking weed, defeating weak

The odds are what is seek to beat

But you don’t see that

Hoping that be back but baby nah I don’t relapse

Sorry I don’t need that fake energy you can keep that

They gone say they know you like the back of their hand

Post a couple photos just to call you they mans

If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan

Used to be my shorty now you’re more like a fan

Reflect on the past, looking back damn

Put a ring on your hand, make you part of the fam

If it ain’t work out, wasn’t part of the plan

Used to be my shorty but you’re more like a fan

You’re more like a fan of me

Got two bitches fanning me

You’re more like a fan of me

Got two bitches fanning me