4 Min Convo (Favorite Song)

Please tell me what you think happened

Like this time, fuck it

I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls

That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off

Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call

Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone

Like damn, my nigga, I'm in the studio

Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago

Yeah, you tellin' me you starving, but I been to there

Like growin' up, breakfast

Lunch and dinner wasn't cereal

I know what's up

You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up

I know you ain't really with the

Shits but you just throw it up

Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up

Nigga, you just wanna be around me

'Cause my money up

Heard them goofy niggas tryna line me

They don't want smoke with us

Had to pop an Addy

I was down, yeah, had to focus up

Most my niggas dogs

I hit up bitches that my homies fucked

I hear too much me in niggas' songs

So I had to switch it up, I had to switch it up

Pick out diamonds in particular 'cause I'm just rich as fuck

Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon, I got my hoodie up

They know exactly how we give it up, shot a bully up

And you bitches know that I cannot waste no time

Bitch, I'm really grindin'

If I ever said, "I love you", never mind it

Especially when I feel like you out here thottin'

I threaten you, but I fuck with you, let's be honest

I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic

Flowers, I give you all my hours

I fuck around, I miss you though, I promise

Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us

No bozos in my circle, they get cut

We can't even get around, I got my hoodie on in public

House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me

So when I was in the studio I said I was in Publix

If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water

Percocets like NyQuil, got my buying sawed-offs

Since I been in high school, I been feeling heartless

I swear I was like you, now look at me ballin'

10K on one fit, fly like I departed

Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J. Harden

Can't tell if I got it, but I stay on it

And they stay frontin', but it ain't nothin'

'Cause I make money, talkin' big money

Mmh, if I go broke, stay away from me

Mmh, if I go broke, I'ma take money, yeah

I might go broke in my late hundreds

It's hard not to talk money 'cause I got money now

And these chains around my

Neck worth over two hundred thou

And Puma just gave me a budget

I should say, "Fuck it"

And give it to the schools

'Cause they need it more than I need it now

Swear I paid my dues

I should speak up more though, I'm playin' quiet

Tryna keep it cool like the time

I was in the studio with Future and his goons

Sittin' next to my favorite rapper,

Actin' scared to say it to him

Used to bump "March Madness,"

Poppin' Addys because of you

After you and Drizzy dropped

Then I got in tune (Yeah)

Drizzy, that's my broski

I appreciate you too, yeah

First time in the Garden

It was all because of you, yeah

I probably was OD-in' to do a

Song but I was new, yeah

I can't lie, oh, you was like my idol

Ask my crew, yeah

Right when I thought viral was viral

Tekashi blew, yeah

And that's my nigga too

I fuck with you, I swear to God

Type of nigga keep that shit a

Hundred, cameras off

And I'm the type of nigga you

Might see in Saint Laurent

Different places, Cleveland

Miami, but I ain't LeBron

With different bitches, denims

Lookin' like they painted on

Listenin' to "D.T.B", yeah,

That's our favorite song

I don't trust bitches

Bitches just like me

That's why I don't trust bitches

This your favorite song

I don't love bitches

Fuck bitches, DTB, no, I don't trust bitches

This your favorite song

When you're home, all alone

Reminiscin' my Dior cologne

No going back, I really took your soul

I know, yeah

Woke up with the chills, oh, oh

Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh

Like it's not a big deal, oh, oh

Free all of my bros, whoa, oh

Free my nigga PeeWee

Free my nigga Skills, now

Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now

Used to wear the same shit

I ain't lookin' like no bum now

I'm a New York nigga, hangin'

Laces off my Uptowns

Grew up in the jungle

Where they rumblin' for dust now

Runnin' 'round the BX, RIP to Big Pun, now

And I don't know why

I feel like they wanna take my life

And it's all

Wanna fuck my wife

And these niggas wanna take my life

And it's all

Yeah, it's alright

And it's alright

Yeah, it's alright, mmh