I know ya like that
Phone call buzzin I'm all day running off something but baby
I'm like that
Keep that coming I'm blunted right now dont even want to fight back
Yeah yeah
These day you gotta be real you ain't like that
Like that
Tryna get on to some
I know you wanted some
We fly to the moon
We gone hit the sun
Take my wings and all If I'm not the chosen one
She love my catalog but she not the only one
Tell me what's the issue we got tissue for your problems
F*ck that shooting shots I dunk that bitch like Daryl Dawkins
Called you off the burner you ain't notice who was talking?
Pink gave me the gumbo like Im coming from New Orleans
So I spotted you and your accomplice at the show
You ain't here to see these flows
Though I hit it on the nose
Players never get exposed
I get loads of pretty hoes cause my face look like Choe's
I got mine bitch get yours
I- I- I- I'm not the one to try don't press ya luck
I know what you like no running game no batter up
If you with me it's forever baby tatted up
Baby we can fly away
Jump we never stuck
Child of the Sun
Children of the Sun
Baby I'm from them other ghetto so I gotta stunt
F*ck them hoes hating I see them hating mad as f*ck
Tell me what it is bitch
Don't tell me what it was
I know ya like that
Phone call buzzin I'm all day running off something but baby
I'm like that
Keep that coming I'm blunted right now dont even want to fight back
Yeah yeah
These day you gotta be real you ain't like that
Like that
Never seen a list of reason always get yo life
This ain't overnight
I know what it's like
This ain't overnight
I know what it's like
This ain't overnight
I know what's it's like