Like Minds

We was fucking so consistently, now I'm, back off to the grind Been in the D so long, forget I'm, from the Land like Bron Ain't no feet up in the game cause you be fumbling out of bounds And you know that you that nigga, for your Queen they bowing down I could up some cheese or I could drop a gift You not really fucking with me if you ain't shopping at the 5th I be focused on my goals whiles hoes eating up my sack If you not deep up in yo bag, you need to bag the back I need like minds, with mean spirits Cause Ima the type of nigga that's gone check you, when they just cleared it Cause I'm the type of nigga, that stay quiet but they still fear me She wish that I was nicer, but to others think I'm too friendly Emotional at times, but don't you ever try to treat me gently Tell me not fill her up, but mad if I don't leave empty Why I think I'm wasting time, when I'm only in my early twenties Just because that I ain't cry don't mean that you ain't hurt my feelings Ain't no love lost, but I see I gotta move different Now where I go from here, I can't tell Busy fucking nigga's bitches, and good girls who meant well But I never pillow talked, and I only used them hoes to yell And I told you to move on, you'll die waiting on me like a scale But you Stay, and I already should've known that you Ribelle Now how does that feel, knowing I'm the cause of all your pain How does that feel, knowing I don't mind to burden shame Feels shitty, cause I already gave you warnings, who to blame Feels shitty, cause all yo friends, said Oomph, after my name Change her mind quick, off the dick, that I slang Come home with the racks, she don't care how long you hang I don't give a f*ck, how I act, ah never change. I'm bouta blow her back, recoil F*ck. What I said was hard, record I can't ever give a poor performance I only hit once, sex boring Can't sleep in, sales morning I was one off on a slip, real mourning Fall asleep during, every fucking thing Short attention span, of what don't matter to me We was fucking so consistently, now I'm, back off to the grind Been in the D so long, forget I'm, from the Land like Bron Ain't no feet up in the game cause you be fumbling out of bounds And you know that you that nigga, for your Queen they bowing down I could up some cheese or I could drop a gift You not really fucking with me if you ain't shopping at the 5th I be focused on my goals, whiles hoes eating up my sack If you not deep up in yo bag, you need to bag the back