Me Part Two

Aint gone need a intro for this one Pen to the papa for a hata Imma see you now not see you lata Tips to the waita Like everything was cata If the streets want her Ill never save ha Talkin down on me want save ya I just send prays to the saviaa Thats the same nigga that made ya Thats why a nigga never wava The odds always in my fava Use to being overlooked Now I work so hard that a nigga stay overbooked Whats a king to a rook Me next to you if you ever decide to take a look With my heart they a crook How I bounced back gone leave em shook With a dagger and a hook All this bad blood could write a book Cam dont take it there You suppose to act dumb and be unaware Kalon imma let you share Cause that seems to be the only way they hear Why lie now I need the same energy you had when I was down Wheres my crown Like how bout now I hear no sound Face it I went above expectations Now im in rooms with fake relations What they said aint age well The bags that I catch be like footballs to Odell Yo bag cant even hold mail They in the water im on the yatch to let em know that that ship sailed They say I failed but I cant tell Abbreviate the hate and still cant spell No more loops or jumpin through hoops Openin doors but only to coops Militan man with no troops Rated the best never the duece This the part 2 of who I am To talk about you I dont give a damn I dont do clubs I cant hang with Sam Just meet me in the paint like my name was Bam If I get loose itll turn spicy Mask on my face bout to get real shiesty Real heavy hitta take nothin lightly Comin for it all this is to remind me