Track #54 (feat. Hemp Sgt.)

I was never called I was never needed You brought me down Was so conceited You told me lies And I believed it Don't say I'm wrong Now that I'm leaving You shot me down And said I'm tweaking Well now you down I left you weeping You look a mess Like are you sleeping? Still confused Here's another reason Crossed me once Then you did it twice So you ain't wrong It's just bet aight Girl you beautiful So unusual I could take you out that office Out that cubicle Baby girl I'm the man Who you should call It could be one night or two nights Or three nights or four All I know is I see you And the room becomes yours Yeah we started at the bottom Bout to hit the top floor Niggas say I'm holding out Like I need to drop more I been rapping for a year And this is track 54 I been trapping for some years Empty the bag and pick up more I need to ash it hit the floor I get racks But I give more You flip jacks And I flip stores I pop tags And you pop whores Secure the bag Hit the store Let me show you Lil whore Hemp Sergeant (sounds like ooo) I thought I had your love I see now I was wrong Yeah I was faded gone But now I'm better strong They can secure the feeling But you can not kill me If you feel the hurt bitch Then you gotta feel me I gotta know shawty fine And she ain't really mine But baby she f*ck with me The way that she f*ck with me We be committing crimes We be comparing rhymes Might meet her in New York But she jus moved to the chi Shawty be really so fly Shopping in London She snap me from Paris And if you coming for good I know you hoping The future will pair us Tripped on a couple of tabs So you can say It already prepared us I know you like me the best Plus I'm the best Hating they jealous Girl you beautiful So unusual I could take you out that office Out that cubicle Baby girl I'm the man Who you should call It could be one night or two nights Or three nights or four All I know is I see you And the room becomes yours Yeah we started at the bottom Bout to hit the top floor Niggas say I'm holding out Like I need to drop more I been rapping for a year And this is track 54 I been trapping for some years Empty the bag and pick up more I need to ash it hit the floor I get racks But I give more You flip jacks And I flip stores I pop tags And you pop whores I am so addicted Stomach hurt, itching That's when we don't see each other Feel something missing Need a prescription Your love gets me lifted It paints me an image It's us till the finish You got my chain, we in the rain But we posted You give me that brain It feel insane, we drink mimosas And it's hard for me, but I don't care if you a smoker At least just be my lil roller See my money And you wilding out Like damn my man Really ballin now You the only one I'm calling out I don't care Had a falling out Tell me where you at And I'm on my route Niggas ain't getting no money Niggas sitting on the couch 22 In my pockets And it's sitting in a pouch I got niggas that hold it down Kevin Gates I let em vouch Need a drink And I get doused Need a freak And not a spouse That's just for tonight That's what I'm about Either way whatever happen I'ma turn yo ass out Sundress, no panties Bend you over, ass out Got a pound it's bagged out Bitch I'm on the cash route Niggas can't tell me shit But tell me what that bag bout