PSA

Chorus: I was in my bag, Now im chillin in my feelings. God aint never late, Im running low on patience. How im posed to tell the fam, Im out here waiting on you…..on you... I should be worth amilli. Pen game gettin silly Hit record 30 minutes, Still put my heart in it. Sucka niggas wont feel me, had a pussy write for em. Since i'm out in LA, we should flex out the Forum. Yall wont feel my pain, crying on this twin bed. Account in the negative, negative thoughts in my head. Had to find the positive, only way you gon get the picture. Antidepressants is a mixture, for this hard liquor. Chorus: I was in my bag, Now i'm chillin in my feelings. God ain't never late, I'm running low on patience. How im ‘posed to tell the fam, I'm out here waiting on you……on you... Second Baptism, yessir i need that. Through the fake friends, and the leeches, we see that. No i'm not a blood, but loyalty, yeah i bleed that. No deal on the table? Well f*ck yo feedback. Yall dont know the ink , My pen dun been Dipped in . 10,000 hours aint none of these niggas chipped in. Poker faced the game and I hustled all of my chips in. Moby Dick’d the game, and I screamed out, nigga lets swim. Chorus: I was in my bag, Now i'm chillin in my feelings. God ain't never late, I'm running low on patience. How im posed to tell the fam, Im out here waiting on you…on you...… Only thing better than the first, is a second helping. When I hop up in the booth, I feel like a lethal weapon. Write my best verses, when I shouldn't touch machinery. Dark room, moscato bottle and then just pen and me. 2 Albums in the vault, and I ain't even told a lie once. Family like to judge me, cuz we live like we ‘ont die once. How I'm so broke, but I'm feeling so legendary. Had to send a PSA, i do more than what's necessary.