Jeph Early - Open Arms

I can't even be mad. I just can't fuck with you

Yo, what you get for forgetting? Is it peace of mind
I ditched them Crayolas just in case I get out of line
Favor after favor, every time I let you slide
Flavor after flavor, licks this nigga really think I'm blind
Just straight up frekan, and don't even know it
That's the worst kind, gratitude ain't never showing
And I don't cosign the bullshit that's always floating
Around your name and we ain't friends, nigga, we associates
So I tolerate, cause I know I got a lot at stake
But if it wasn't for that, it'd be beef on the plate
Not grass fed, but bullet lead
Therefore don't need no FDA approval
I make you JFK, split your noodle
I make it quick, empty out the whole clip
Extended mags and suppressor, ain't nobody hearing shit
Leather gloves on my dresser, make my trigger finger itch
And I won't think of you lesser cause I'm knowing what it is

I can't let these niggas get me out my character
They trying to see me 25 plus, shackled up
It ain't what happened, it's the principle behind ya bluff
I guess the simple mathematics ain't adding up
I can't let these niggas get me out my character
They trying to see me 25 plus, shackled up
It ain't what happened, it's the principle behind ya bluff
I guess the simple mathematics ain't adding up

Haha dude you funny
I like it, I like ya style
I like it

Written by:
Jeffery Marshall

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