Gone

It's time to wake up It's time to make up From all these messed up weeks Hit my phone but my texts aren't cheap She hit my line everytime that she flying out Told her my girl at the crib she staying out My careers number one They don't understand that I'm talking bout music 9 to 5 can't stand that Tell 'em they can keep that I'm talking bout the sheep that Follows the rules Follows the tunes But I'm marching to the drum Of my own fucking beat See I'm talking my shit I got my own fucking heat Tell all my old classmates I ain't the same Tell all my old hoes I ain't playing games Tell all the blogs That ever fucking doubted me I came out the person That they weren't allowed to be To the ones in the matrix I thank you You the ones who created the bombs That just sank you While you up early Sending all your fucking emails Make sure you bring me up Keep the details Talk about how you all fucking hated me Talk about how you set me up tried taking me Out of my element Switch up your regiment All the hate you spew All the shit you do Makes me more mother fucking relevant So when I see you posting Internet blogs I sound off the alarm Cause I just got another 100 people on my fucking song You just keep putting money In my pocket You committed career suicide Here's a fork now sock it I'm locked in the drivers seat And I ain't fucking stopping Call up billboard charts Tell 'em I'm topping Quit calling your girls phone She too busy topping My team is too clean Don't need a diamond ring Shout out Durk styles Twig Poe easy Button Up Gabe y'all going on the cd I'm making my own way Tell 'em to call sway Get me on the show Before I go hit the road And I sell a couple moe I'm kicking off the hoes I can't stand the ex's on my phone My girl locked in your time is gone I gave you to the streets Cause I give my dogs a bone I'm out so y'all are on your own When you feel some type a way Come back and listen to this song F*ck y'all I'm gone