It's All Good [(Bonus Track)]

Uh It’s therapeutic I hate doing doing intros by the way Yeah Never thought I’d be talking from this position I thought that shit was love when we was cooking in the kitchen I guess niggas will hate you for potential Weren’t down top do the frame work How you mad you ain’t make the picture And back when I was on the ground you ain’t offer no dime Now you’re sidelined I’m getting rich yup And this for all of the times we slept on nothing Dawg how you pissed off When all I did was show love and cheered your grind While I was puss poor Happy as a brother would so what the f*ck is this dawg Scary hours the closest ones be turnings foes Same okes that took an oath and called me bro Same ones that swore for my blood they’d go to war A dagger through my back for a fuckin’ centerpiece I thought we’d get it all then share equal cent a piece And from this point on man I just want some peace Of mind of course What the f*ck you thought this is On IG niggas claim they’re really fucking the game up I checked man they still humping Always working my girl said you should chill honey But my will got me working towards Uncle Phil money Yet to touch on my obsession with beautiful women My type are the ones I meet on nights I won’t remember Scary august texts about what we did in December But I move like a goon baby I’m always strapped up The cargo is precious it’s always bubble wrapped up But should the day come soon best believe I’ll step up And I hope that it’s not you No offence but how you play girl I don’t hear the mom tune And these nights that seem to do nothing but run your cash out Are what you live for so best believe i know better than to wife you Don’t you start to I will stifle conversation end it before it even start boo Mastered the games when they were bettering Down played feelings for women I saw forever in And I played games for about 30 it wasn’t a minute thing But I still believe luck is she that’ll get what’s left of me Pick up the phone wish I could call Tell to come back we gotta do the nasty Tell I miss you and I hope you’re happy Tell we gotta hit Paris like we always planned to Oh how quick we plateaued I’m sorry I was that dude Go you know I had to For your sake and mine too Our goals you know I tried to score but I wasn’t that good And no I never lied to your face when I said I want to Sometimes I wonder if I could fix it with still Maybe will I know might Maybe will Maybe still But whenever they try it I just lol And my obsession with the working is just getting worse Club feeling guilty like I should be putting in the work The f*ck is all this worth Might see some bitches twerking they work it Might bust a nut in one but I’ll be feeling worse Blessing and a fucking curse If I curve they say I’m cursed ’Cause her curves already made her case My mind swerved but in any case I’ll be waking up alone tomorrow ’Cause I came back to the studio to record this I’m better off