July 205 - Paid

Seem like in the booth be the only time I talk
If I'm preaching you know I can't lie ta y'all
Put on for the homies like I'm putting on a shirt
I ain't even choosy less I'm tryna pick a word
Cuz I can't aforrd the wrong one gotta go to work
You don't like my silence I don't like when you concerned
You already did enough
Now it's my turn
Fast food see an M yeah you loving it
Flexing on these niggas all that hate is just a supplement
Cuz they said my name
So it's all the same
Started for the money but the money come with fame
I ain't even ask for that but shit it's here so hey
Member high school man for you them was they days huh
Shawty bad as shit but I was too bright for the shade bruh
She was bad as shit but it's funny shit changes
Used to be down so I guess I did change up

Ion want nobody feeling no type of way
You the one that dropped me now I gotta act fake
Got a busy schedule and a lot of it is tentative
Hard to sound sincere when you didn't take me serious

Fake people never know that they fake
Shawty got me acting fake but that's just acting bae
Fucking with a dime lost time I can't navigate
Got you off my mind now I'm fine shawty sad to say

I been on my grind sky's the limit
And that shit keep on going off in the distance
So basically I'm tryna say I'm never quitting
July be year round people be squinting
They tired of seeing me winning

Did so many favors for my boys
Playing with this paper like some toys
Tryna make some shit that last for years
Lotta niggas outchea making noise

Now that I'm right here I'm here to stay
I hope you don't feel no type of way
I can't keep acting like I ain't change
Yeah I changed
Now I'm paid

Written by:
Joel Smiley

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