FR. (feat. Abunndance)

Look I don't know when I'm coming back Notice you getting mad cause I've been all over the map Say that you don't believe me well why would you even ask Say that you never see me which one of us where a mask For real I'm for real This what happens when dedication meet timing and skill I tell it all when I'm rhyming I swear I write how I feel And all I ask for is silence if you don't like how I heal Just keep your two cents if you don't pay my bills For real for real Ever since I dropped toxic All I hear is numbers going up like it's an auction We was at the bottom going up the only option I don't ever trip but I always got to be cautious at the same time The feelings making me nauseous People used to point at me now everybody watching Peep hole my foot in the door you better lock it Say you wanted justice I got that shit in my pocket for real I was seven when I said I would buy her a house By seventeen I must have looked in between every couch Still broke I would've thought I'd be out of the south But now I'm running my business you just running your mouth There's no way that you the same Nigga when no one's around You should be thinking about bout money what else could you think about Still broke You should be thankful I'm changing the sound I'd rather roll up by myself I don't roll with the crowd That's my philosophy You Niggas ain't scared of nothing except for honesty Scrape up all of the gwalla f*ck the economy That shit get taller and taller I think they on to me Where's my apology? I'm stunning on them and now you want to acknowledge me And if I wonder why now you want to be fond of me I'd take my ass back to college for sociology damn