GONE

My lady saying don’t be gone for too long We need more change his paper just too long I don’t wanna do no press I’m too grown I don’t wanna do no press I’m too grown Type of shit that make me say it without thinking Text me we not linking I don’t want no meetings faucet is runneth over Baby we not sinking Niggas been fake beefing, running up fake streams It’s sad 'cause he fake decent Y'all just gotta evolve I don’t mind the jeans but they just gotta be hard F**k a Balmain girl that ain’t what I be on N****s tryna use brand names to hide flaws I don't hide pressure, the price is still the price but I just gotta add tax so I can save a little extra Plus I got a new neice coming, that need something Put a lil in the pot and you can tell by the texture she’s gone My lady saying don’t be gone for too long We need more change his paper just too long I don’t wanna do no press I’m too grown I don’t wanna do no press I’m too grown The crib need a cam cord, Paris gotta key to that bitch like he was my land lord If you ain’t got more points than assist then what is you playing for Talking bout this year gone be his is that what you planned for All along I hear the ghosts who fell to the ground Those who fought for a look And the ones who just stuck around It’s easier to judge when you productless I’ve found Zara look great when you Prada-less I’ve found I was him, back when impalas was impound D roe was inbound Not sure where we would go but we knew we’d figure it out We knew to stick it out Everything different now THRD just bought him a crib Baby everything different now He’s gone