Banana

Trust my intuition For fruition Snakes up in the grass I hear em hissing Swear that he my dawg But he really isn't Couple isms On a mission I ain't dissing Switched positions Cannot f*ck with silly niggas (Cannot f*ck with silly niggas) Trust my intuition For fruition Snakes up in the grass I hear em hissing Swear that he my dawg But he really isn't Couple isms On a mission I ain't dissing Switched positions Cannot f*ck with silly niggas (Cannot f*ck with silly niggas) I cannot sleep I hit the beach and talk to God Not sure she listen Shout to Bre He pushin P He keep a pistol Protected by the heater and them girls that play with crystals So don't send no shots, we sending missiles Quit the talkin, we dismiss you like a teacher Hope it rings a bell Send you boys to hell, won't wish you well Won't even miss you Niggas trippin' Might just rip you like some tissue Keep a balance for my mental AJ sent the instrumental Now I'm bleeding on the beat (Bleed on the beat) Just like a menstrual Trust my intuition For fruition Snakes up in the grass I hear em hissing Swear that he my dawg But he really isn't Couple isms On a mission I ain't dissing Switched positions Cannot f*ck with silly niggas (Cannot f*ck with silly niggas) Trust my intuition For fruition Snakes up in the grass I hear em hissing Swear that he my dawg But he really isn't Couple isms On a mission I ain't dissing Switched positions Cannot f*ck with silly niggas (Cannot f*ck with silly niggas) These ain't songs These bitches letters to my former self On the edge of death, little life was left Felt like final breaths Crackin' eggs, I'm out my shell I'm a bomb 'em, not Michelle Share yo secrets, I won't tell It's a sure thing, not Miguel But now it's f*ck you, burn in hell Forget about you, might as well Writing songs to quench my thirst Writing songs, I put in work I'm tryna get better, put me first Can't trust these niggas, that's the worst Stay true to self, not from the dirt But I can't lie, ain't know my worth