Yung Mally - Way Too Much

Mally, look
Uh, look
All in my head man I wanna be boo'ed up
I've been thinking about shorty way too much
Writing a song man I'm all in my feelings
Ain't really nobody I got to be venting okay
Really don't care about no school
Give it up quick I don't care about the rules no more
Moving to the big things
Man I know that I'm ready it's time to get turnt
Hold on
I've been waiting too long I'ma need me a watch to keep track of time
Always making a song it's no time for success
I'm a rap but just knowing I'm next line
Niggas be flexing they frontin'
They really don't got it
They wanna show out for that girl in mine
Not going lie I'm a victim
But that's how I know thought I had to be better to make you mine
Invest in myself man I know I can make it out
While they chatting I'm walking that paper route
Thought I was done with this music was losing all hope
I was feeling so down had to straighten out
Screaming my name on the phone
She all in feelings not liking how music is over her
Sorry but baby my life is important
Can you be supportive I'm just trying to make it out
Like drake said man I got a career that take my time away from women
I ain't trying to be blunt
But I gotta be honest I got no time for shorty tripping
Really got too much that's going
I don't want no drama just trying to find some peace in my life
I'm rapping my thoughts I've been telling y'all this my therapy
Not just rapping for the high life
You really think I do the drugs cause I like it?
The bad shit went to my head
It's easy smoke a blunt and don't fight it
One day I'll be king
All of these nugs let me be clear
There's not a man that I fear
When my granny died I dropped a tear
I've been grinding hard this my year
I can't feel like success is near
You hear me
I want you to hear me clearly
All the niggas that doubted me
They ain't with me
Running all these checks up
Don't you talk to me run them bands up
Mama told me run my bands up
All them nights with dirty Fanta
People be fake just like Santa
Maybe take a trip to Atlanta
Maybe make a song with Tana
Mama told me use my manners
Can't trust him I carry a blammer
Gotta be careful in front of the cameras
Mally DaDon he got you an answer
All in my head man I wanna be boo'ed up
I've been thinking about shorty way too much
Writing a song man I'm all in my feelings
Ain't really nobody I got to be venting okay
Really don't care about no school
Give it up quick I don't care about the rules no more
Moving to the big things
Man I know that I'm ready it's time to get turned
Hold on
I've been waiting too long I'ma need me a watch to keep track of time
Always making a song it's no time on success
I'm a rap but just knowing I'm next line
Niggas be flexing they frontin'
They really don't got it
They wanna show out for that girl in mine
Not going lie I'm a victim
But that's how I know thought I had to be better to make you mine

Written by:
Elijah Chaney, Jamal Whitaker

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