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Shit, lately
I been dreaming 'bout a coupe
Chop off the brain
Huh, I done hit some hoes, don't know they name
Huh, I'ma choose that money over fame
Filling all them woods up with the pain, haha
Yeah, all white Air Force One's look like cocaine
And I told 'em I'ma beast, I can't be tamed
Huh, she told me I need to stop the games
Her lil goofy ass wanna be my main bitch
But she can't even be my side bitch
Thought she was my bitch, obviously I lied sis
I only got one I can really trust, I feel like I'm biased
Got a bad bitch with a temper, she a Pisces
And my niggas strapped up, like a dyke bitch
Aye, and we gone with the music
I got this shit down to a science
I can't believe that they mistake me for my kindness
I guess I gotta show they ass the other side of it
I got the golden touch, like my name was Midas
I heard you was hating, and want me to fail
It ain't even surprising
But I ain't wishing death upon nobody, avoiding the violence
Except when I murder all these beats, moment of silence
I want all this new designer on me, flawless VV diamonds
Once I put the Patek on, it's perfect timing on me
I ain't even fuck, she wasn't worth it
Yet, she lying on it
Loyalty is law, it ain't capping to say I'm dying for it
And lately
I been dreaming 'bout a coupe, chop off the brain
And I done hit a couple hoes, don't know they name
And everytime, I'ma choose that money over fame
And lately I been filling all them woods up with my pain
Yeah, all white Air Force One's look like cocaine
Know that I'ma beast, so they should know I can't be tamed
She told me to stop the games
That's 'cause her lil goofy ass wanna be my main bitch
She asked me did I love her, I don't speak that language
Chilling in the trenches, where it's dangerous
Make me put them bands on his brain quick
Sticking with the gang, it ain't no changing
Put 'em on the news, make that boy famous
Whole team moving like we Haitians
Get you knocked off for the hating
I ain't got patience, we ain't waiting
Feeling like Kobe, how I'm fading
Racks in my pocket, fuck saving
Can't nobody tell me shit, I'm the one who made it
Me and bro been making hits from out the basement
And we headed to the top, straight from the pavement
Tap back in when we on the baddest bitches playlist
Nigga mad at me 'cause I'm his hoe favorite
But she don't even know that she can't be my main
(Yah yah) shit, lately
I been dreaming 'bout a coupe
Chop off the brain
I done hit some hoes, don't know they name
Huh, I'ma choose that money over fame
Filling all them woods up with the pain, haha
Yeah, (All white Air Force One's look) like cocaine
And I told 'em I'ma beast, I can't be tamed
Huh, she told me I need to stop the games
Her lil goofy ass wanna be my main bitch

Written by:
Donte Larry, Roy Fields III

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