I got too many women that be sending me texts
And leaving voice messages I know that they said that all exes in Texas
But lemme correct it and lemme address it cuz that's not the case
Can't you see that I'm stressin'
Divert my attention my time and energy
What would you do when you fixing the inner me but you got women just begging to enter me?
I need some help
I need some help
I need some help
I need some help
It took me a while to build up the courage
To drop some da' habits
That's blocking the mental
More baggage than joy destroying your peace
It drains you of energy
I only speak from down bad down bad
Down bad memories
You told me to tell you
When I think you slippin'
Big bro to little bro
You stay on ya pivot like
I feel what you saying
I'm fallin' deep into the sunken place
When ya heart stuck in one place
While your mind racing like speed a chase
No 808 can heal the heartbreak
I never healed from the past trauma
Never got love from my own mama
Heart on my sleeve feelings in a condom
And you tellin me late now we gotta problem
Uh
Look
Feel like I just lost a good thing
Duce, she always held it down for me
Broke her heart so many times
Didn't read instructions carefully
And then it was her
She said I'd be nothing
A gift and a curse
I only went harder the grind done got smarter
Taking these leaps like we play frogger
It never occurred
I growin' numb
From all my mistakes
All the times that I went dumb
Especially sneaking out when we were young
Tell me what do you want
Tell me what do you want
Tell me what do you want
Tell me what do you want
Nigga quit playing me money in duffles
I shoot persistent
Then back in cut
You acting like you aint had enough
Peep how the numbers been adding up
Niggas been talking like bosses
But aint drop in time
See we got em' losing stamina
Waka Flocka when deposit touch
I had to switch up the conversation
Too much fake love need more admiration
Don't hold ya applause
Say congratulations
Take a moment look at Gods creation
This the last time ima say it put respect on my name
I ain't gon name drop
I know you want your
Moment of fame
I've been tellin' 'em this come with the easy
This one level right under da' goat please my nigga don't cheat me
Or take my life with squeegee my shawty and my family they need me
Hop on da' beat and I do it anemic
Ball in the city in capital one then I do the walk-off like I'm Gilbert Arenas
Hop in the batmobile then hit the scenic
This is the part they wanted whenever we linkin' we get to poppin' our shit
All the time and the years I put for niggas that slimy get off my dick
Make out to the bad guy I'm the villain
All in the villa them wafers vanilla
Don't box me in I have no ceilings
I'm off the leash aye Duce let me get em'
I'm coming back with the black body bag for the niggas that plotted against me stabbed me in the back
Niggas be all on the internet with all the fingers just want to see how ima react
How you cool with a man that bites of the hand with the ones that providing the plan
That's how you get hit with a loss if you not the boss then why is you shouting commands
Ball all season
Aw they hate it
We been patient
We been waited
Overachieving
Foes deceiving
I believe in
Lucid dreamin'
I be back when you wish pon a genie
And I ain't seen it done like this
Since that Chapelle skit Dylan and Dylan and Dylan and Dylan and Dylan

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Writer(s): Edusei Forkkio, Ryan Holland