Womp. (feat. Premo.Dee)

Pull up in some thing they never seen before like Introduce you to my world it’s foreign just like Studio the gym and Fed Ex truck is where I bees at I knock down every door and you still asking where the keys at Gossip oh I fucking hate gossip I don’t need that He at places they imagine, I’m like Max I’m with the dragons I’m the Mac who split your Apple close your book like where your keys at I’m fucking around you ducking the pressure, I still apply it I hate applying for jobs But I’d rather be sad with money Than depressed and broke My pockets fat they obese I got cheese, I got bread, I got these I got those I got head in this rental I hold Cause like a month ago My lil hoopty went and got totaled Damn I got some issues that I’m solving of course I had I dream I hit the Grammys and won all the awards You always saying something but I’m tired hearing your voice You sound like Charlie Brown parents stop talking cause it’s Similarities show differences apart from our ways I love my niggas till they act out like a part in my fade I got memories of Teliviv that I ain’t never seen So preacher man please, if I don’t rise then let me be It ain’t easy on my side I can clarify yea I’m in the crib momma sees me, she can tell I’m high yea This is surface level, I’ve been in a sunken place By the time that I find my way, I may have been won the race If Sally leaves my pockets lone, I could be rich by May But separation issues strain so I make time from 10-8 Consider it a paper chase, but it feels like a pay-to-play Situations pop up quick Turn around like they beyblades You talk a lot but substance lacks So I ain’t hearing shit you say Every time your mouth it moves Sonically it stays off pace like