4 Min Convo (Favorite Song)

Please tell me what you think happened
 Like this time, fuck it
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 I woke up to like 99 missed calls
 That's like 99 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 (yeah)
 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 (hmm), but I stay on it (yeah)
 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 (yeah)
 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 (yeah)
 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