Got a lot of hope yeah, hope yeah
Living what I wrote then I spoke this
Slang like a nigga had a broke wrist
Talk slang with my niggas, gotta quote this
Every single night and every day
Hunger made me lick it off the plate
F*cking on these hoes I never date
Why you say you know me? Never did
I'm about to take it to the...to the furthest
Hottest every summer nigga, lit a furnace
Under the street, under my feet
Defeat just wasn't we, no sleep for a couple weeks
Ex thinks I'm tryna turn my life around
Made me turn into a beast until I pipe her down
And the next thing you know, I'm on some new shit
Didn't like the sound yeah, but it's like this now
And the next thing you know, the next thing you know
I ain't with these hoes, the less that you know ahh
Fake shit gets exposed
I'm about to spend a check on my clothes
Niggas ain't really on shit, they my clones
I asked my Spanish bitch Cómo? Des Garçon
She's singing my songs, I'm tryna get on
She's gone, I'm still in my zone
Every so often you should call me when you're home
Probably see you later on
I ain't been picking up the phone
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Got a lot of hope yeah, hope yeah
Living what I wrote then I spoke this
Slang like a nigga had a broke wrist
Talk slang with my niggas, gotta quote this
Every single night and every day
Hunger made me lick it off the plate
F*cking on these hoes I never date
Why you say you know me? Never did
I'm about to take it to the...to the furthest
Hottest every summer nigga, lit a furnace
Under the street, under my feet
Defeat just wasn't we, no sleep for a couple weeks
Ex thinks I'm tryna turn my life around
Made me turn into a beast until I pipe her down
And the next thing you know, I'm on some new shit
Didn't like the sound yeah, but it's like this now
And the next thing you know, the next thing you know
I ain't with these hoes, the less that you know ahh
Fake shit gets exposed
I'm about to spend a check on my clothes
Niggas ain't really on shit, they my clones
I asked my Spanish bitch Cómo? Des Garçon
She's singing my songs, I'm tryna get on
She's gone, I'm still in my zone
Every so often you should call me when you're home
Probably see you later on
I ain't been picking up the phone
Living what I wrote then I spoke this
Slang like a nigga had a broke wrist
Talk slang with my niggas, gotta quote this
Every single night and every day
Hunger made me lick it off the plate
F*cking on these hoes I never date
Why you say you know me? Never did
I'm about to take it to the...to the furthest
Hottest every summer nigga, lit a furnace
Under the street, under my feet
Defeat just wasn't we, no sleep for a couple weeks
Ex thinks I'm tryna turn my life around
Made me turn into a beast until I pipe her down
And the next thing you know, I'm on some new shit
Didn't like the sound yeah, but it's like this now
And the next thing you know, the next thing you know
I ain't with these hoes, the less that you know ahh
Fake shit gets exposed
I'm about to spend a check on my clothes
Niggas ain't really on shit, they my clones
I asked my Spanish bitch Cómo? Des Garçon
She's singing my songs, I'm tryna get on
She's gone, I'm still in my zone
Every so often you should call me when you're home
Probably see you later on
I ain't been picking up the phone
Writer: Donald Uriesi
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