Wall III (feat. Chris The Composer)

I have been failing every single day That's all I do is try and fail, try and fail It's just Uh, new drip, had to show it off, all hunnids too crisp Really all in all, just a bunch of blue chips Got your broad in a thong, pulling up her new dress I remember she was super rude to the kid Talking we was back in high school, she was pressed Maybe it was due to the mood she was in, cause I'm swooping again I told this bitch to bring her two friends, talking Ashley and Mandy, and maybe even Natalie I got a couple rubbers and some covers in my backseat I brought a couple hunnids, make her run and get her plan B She drop it like it's nothing yeah she bus it, rubber-band me All I ever had was a vision and a plan B Had to go and get it cause them bitches couldn't stand me Had to go and get it, there was nothing that could hand me I ran and I ran, cause I know what I can be I'm chilly like a cold breeze, sitting in the Oak Tree Plotting out the whole thing, bitches didn't know me Gifted on her both knees, didn't want to proceed I be spitting poetry Y'all should listen closely, tired of the hoe speech Tell me what you hoes think Scientific rhymes so divine, how my flow sinks Right into the drums, feel the vibrations Run a mile, ain't nun, because I ain't one Yeah, little gas in the tank, but I can make it work Yeah, it's a little gas in the tank, but I can make it work Yeah, name somebody do it like this I can eat them up until it's not a bone left Yeah, name somebody do it like this I tried to holler at them, but them hoes all left Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah Mind over flow, Prolly won't pick up the phone They was out talking, didn't ever listen They ain't do no walking, I was in the kitchen Tryna make commas, all about a million We was going get it, no matter how they pitchin, dog Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah Like, no matter how they pitching dog Mind over flow, prolly won't pick up the phone Look, mama had the problems, I was gon fix them Daddy alcoholic, I was gon blitz him All we know is balling, we don't do no bitchin' Ya'll was on some drama, we was on a mission Cooking shit up, you could call it a kitchen Don't see what we see, you need a prescription I want them commas right next to that digit We gon' get it, believe in a million Look, got a sweatshirt in my closet 2019, last time I rocked it We was on 10 with the options Phonics, I was trying to make a damn profit Honey haired hoe with a locket Blew my whole plan up like a rocket F*ck what's ever in my wallet Nonsense, girl, I just wanna see you drop it Pop it, lock it, bitch, go bop it run around with me and I can take you shopping Fool around with me because I know you want it How the f*ck its me that this hoe keep calling? Cause I be looking at her in those two-piece outfits Rotating her waist all around it Dopamine rain dance, tickling my brainstem F*ck it, do your thing, then, Mano ain't complaining Cinderelly, Cinderelly, take off that dress and I'll get the confetti We can make movies like if you get silly And put on that hoodie like if you get chilly Okay, nothing ever lasts like it should though I ain't tripping anymore, she was a good hoe Sometimes I put that thing back on and reminisce about the days that I showed you off I showed you off, yeah I showed you off, yeah I showed you off, yeah I was turned on, she was turned off Then she went and left me out, now End of story Said end of story F*ck that cause I'm right back in it Open up your mouth, I'll start cutting like a dentist I'ma keep eating till the whole thing finished I'ma go and get it till the bros all winnin' I'ma light it up, you know bro don't miss it Blowing through the beat like I'm bulldozing it Go and get your coat, it's a cold, cold winter, said Go and get your bro, go and throw him to the ripper Moving through the cool blue water of the river Thought I saw a light, it was hardly a flicker Can't f*ck with him, no that boy go sicker than the virus That fucked up his life and left him inside No tears left to cry, I get it in fives I get it in tens and I get it in twenties I get it in hundreds These stupid motherfuckers think I don't run it (They Think I don't run it) Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah Mind over flow, Prolly won't pick up the phone They was out talking, didn't ever listen They ain't do no walking, I was in the kitchen Tryna make commas, all about a million We was going get it, no matter how they pitchin, dog Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah Like, no matter how they pitching dog Mind over flow, prolly won't pick up the phone mama had the problems, I was gon fix them Daddy alcoholic, I was gon blitz him All we know is balling, we don't do no bitchin' Ya'll was on some drama, we was on a mission