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MY FAVORITE PART
Seventhirtyatmorning
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Aight, niggas goin' for that lil' bit
You know what I'm sayin'? I got somethin'
But the only thing I got, I got is me, myself and anxiety
That's how I am, woah
Yeah, you angel fell from high, it's hard to leave my mind
I'm hyperfixated on your lips, my fault, I don't mean to pry
But you not from here, huh? (You not from here)
I can tell (That's my favorite thing about you)
I never seen (Woah)
Last year was my last year bein' broke (Woah)
I made fifty thousand with no job, I blow through dough, uh
This year, I already made a hundred
Thousand (A hundred), it's January (Woah)
Niggas'll call it cap, what the fuck I gotta prove? (Bitch)
People with the most opinions got the least to lose (Fuck)
I'm feelin' great (I'm feelin' great), I'm feelin' better (Woah)
The other day (The other day), shit
Be up and down (Shit be up and down)
Some days I have my days, I'm blessed to know I'm up now
Five pull the sofa, got all smooth, glocky tucked down
My nigga got hats, he call like six, we call him Touchdown
I ain't followin' no trends, step out, leave the storm
Me and my niggas stand on bands, count up fifty more (Fifty)
I just rocked a rack (Big), I just caught a rat (Damn)
Niggas in my camp tellin', we'll get 'em packed (Damn)
Forty-five, five-six, no pellets, these niggas too smack (Yeah)
You Kiki on the phone with your lil' hoe, I hit from back (I'm back)
Internet can't save private, don't know how to live real life (Woah)
They call me Darth Vader like I'm evil, but that's not right
I count blue bands (Blue), dead prez (Prez)
You scared and you can hold my hand
My hand), this ain't Shaq (It's not)
I been doin' math, figurin' how to make you my bitch (My bitch)
I got you a bag out of appreciation (I got it like that)
I ain't the type of nigga spend the money expectin' pussy (Nope)
Bitches come and go, man, that's just how the game went (Yeah)
My opps so broke, I can't hate, I been there (Been)
I feel like she don't think that I care (Nope)
I got so much on my mind, it be hard to be here (Woah)
You should know what I be goin' through
I'm not the only one that's goin' through it (Pay attention)
Yeah, you angel fell from high, it's hard to leave my mind
I'm hyperfixated on your lips, my fault, I don't mean to pry
But you not from here, huh? (That's my favorite part)
I can tell (Yeah), woah
I never seen (Bitch)
Fuck, uh, I hate these scene hoes
I love my meat raw, shawty on that keto
Find me like Nemo, in New York, I text DMO
These niggas want advice from me, I give it to y'all free, bro
These boys don't wanna get switched
So watch your lil' Ariana and Leela
The fans askin' for pictures, it's like ten of 'em, I'm blessed
They stop me in New York, LA, Atlanta in my trap
I'm itchin' to tell you how I feel
But you don't miss me back (You don't)
I'm itchin' 'cause I took a prayer every day, bitch, it's my birthmark
You know the price, you need the blood, if you don't send me less
No air, that's how that beat look in my eyes, girl, I'm obsessed
I really like these bitches, tell the truth, she not the best for me
She look like lollipop, don't tell her stop, she gon' suck until I pop
You don't know the night you feelin' air until that molly drop
I ain't never been to MIA, but now I'm here, what's up? (What's up?)
I really feelin' all this pain, so all this shit I got deserved
Huh, ah, ah, ah, yeah, ah
I'm sober on occasion, usually I like stay up
I know you want me changed, but I won't be the same no more
I'm flippin' through the pages, readin' fast, tryna catch up
I'm finna tell the truth, no cap right now, I'm high as fuck
But you would be a dummy to think that I won't see the top
So why the fuck you leavin'?
I'm proud you standin' up for yourself, but you know you tweakin'
You seein' all the shit I built, but now you say I need treatment
I always been this way since I was little, it's not my demons
I'm tired of this girl, she cassette, I tap my teammates
I miss the girl that make me feel
The best, her set help me get my rest
Fuck, uh, I hate these scene hoes
I love my meat raw, shawty on that keto
Find me like Nemo, in New York, I text DMO
These niggas want advice from me, I give it to y'all free, bro
These boys don't wanna get switched
So watch your lil' Ariana and Leela
The fans askin' for pictures, it's like ten of 'em, I'm blessed
They stop me in New York, LA, Atlanta in my trap
I'm itchin' to tell you how I feel, but you
Don't miss me back (You don't miss me back)
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