Be Fr (feat. Scum)

Look right here at this camera One thing bitch, don't ask me for a god damn thing motherfucker Dont ask me for nothing Cause I dont play this bullshit I ain't got time for bullshit today (on god) So imma keep it real Down on my ass I was smoking lungs away (on god) Just so I could feel I'm just stacking this paper I stopped blowing vapor My head lately stayed wit taper This lil hoe keep calling n calling n calling calling n calling I'm sorry lil ma can't save ya Im just done wit da social Moving p in yo City(on god) Soon ill be coastal My white boy stacking up skrilla through postal Niggas scared and I ain't have shit in my holster Got my milf turned up off 6 of these mimosas Talking to her smooth like bae u needa chill (on god) Wish I stopped my nigga from tryna go and drill (on god) Wish I stayed out the streets but a nigga love that feel Got me looking in the mirror like nigga be For real On god on god like nigga be for real On god on god yeah Give me a second this money I'm stressing Moving on really shouldn't be depressing Ion see L as losses I see em as lessons Prolly why all me n ex's be texting Since adolescence music been in my blessing As I rap this money the I'm Caressing Finnically lately a nigga been finessing Way before the moeny I been well dressing Hoes started notice but I want y'all know this None of that shit is fucking important I live a fast life but I don't promote it Money cars and tattoos and something to keep me floating Honestly I think I needa stay still (you do) Work on myself for a while and chill Think it's bout time that I look into the mirror and tell myself nigga be For real