Talking bout you ain't hating , so tell me where your major love
What is you compromising, like really where your major love
I been over , I never been under
Ya sad ass gone make it rain , my aftermath is thunder
You waking up to what you sleeping from
So baby tell me when you see me sleeping to bread, SHOULDNT I Wake UP
1 piece with no crumbs
Ask me the f*ck am i talking about, maybe talking a lot
I'll F*ck around and really take your Pot
Really I'm just talking bout ya Guap, maybe I do get it a lot
I'm Mostly in the north, but I'm feeling south
Difference from shawties who abort or put it in they mouth
Like Major? like really the f*ck is you talking bout
Aye I Been Steezy , So please me
Mind prison , been depressed so you know it won't release me
But I guess you really feel me
Like you really with the real me
Mistake of life is bringing niggas close enough to where they can kill me
Like a predator carrying treats , chillin in Miami
Catch me later, maybe in Ferrari's
F*ck a Rari, f*ck a papi, really That is Not me
I swear to GOD you couldn't stop me
Now they really wanna Stop n shop, so they pay attention
Like they really wanna go and buy me, With no damn permission,
Say they wanna school me But got no damn presentation (shit )
Like really, Isn't that so damn degrading
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Talking bout you ain't hating , so tell me where your major love
What is you compromising, like really where your major love
I been over , i never been under
Ya sad ass gone make it rain , my aftermath is thunder
If you talk a lot , I may get discombobulated
Major love, so get this party over populated
And apparent that we did for ourselves, and for our parents
So mom and pops you really f*cking know you made it
These niggas is corns in a bag, we just pop em in it
Like f*ck with these losers,
These niggas they not up to business
So if they mention some shit, just know that I was never hanging with em
Jazz talk, cause I'm never proving myself, cause I be steady winning , Winner (Shit)
But it really take a lot when you sinner
What's that? A lost nigga chillin in the center
Everyday bitches by Barclays center
Far away , past Pluto
But you know
Niggas lost like nemo, Beyond sad a emo
Young boy no ego, Where the f*ck did he go?
Lost soul, there he go
Save him up like Deebo , Or he go