TheRealJamarius - Make One Call / Not Enough

Ouuu, what does this button do
Aye man you already know, Tone in this bitch man
The ones in my life are either lessons
Or they're blessings, am I guessing
I don't really know but I know I'm being tested
We some young niggas that you could never f' with
Please hold all your questions
And applause
Begging us to fall
All I really gotta do is make one call
All I really gotta do is make one call, look

ToneBone checking in, what's happenin'
I'm a young nigga, though I'm well established
I would recommend for us to not cross paths
Depending how a nigga feeling, you might end up in a casket, woah
They done put a mic in my hands, prepare for disaster
Rolling with the mad men, talking stamina I'm the last man standing
Highest in the room, I may never stick the landing
God dammit, huh
I'm a man of stature
She say that I'm a demon and a helluva rapper
I get it, I would think the same of me
Make the wrong move and this shit get ugly
They cannot fuck with me
Ain't a threat, It's promise, as my momma would say
Though I'm a bastard, it's a lot that I wanna say
I put the cash first, later I will laugh to the bank
I'm full of laughter, put 100 thou' in the safe, I say
Check the catalog, your opinion, I ain't mad at all
We can't talk at all, I cannot pursue unless the cat involved
She a cougar and she tryna fuck me 'fore her menopause
We gon get it on, all it take is one call
Do 180 in a drop top
Enough to make a nigga's heart stop
They talk about me in salons and the barbershops
Even crackheads sitting at the bus stop
Waiting on the next train
Me, I ain't waiting on the next plane
Air Tone in this bitch, I done got my own PJ
Ain't got the time to be hearing all the he say she say
For Pete's sake, finna turn 20, everyday feel like my birthday
Blow me like a candle on the damn cake
She be hoeing around, that's what she do for a living, my nigga
So every day feel like a cheat day
But it'll work it out in due time

The ones in my life are either lessons
Or they're blessings
Am I guessing
I don't really know but I know I'm being tested
We some young niggas that you could never f' with
Please hold all your questions
And applause
Begging us to fall
All I really gotta do is make one call
All I really gotta do is make one-

Yeah
One time for the one time, huh (Shoutout to my nigga, nigga)
Would you judge me if you saw me on remembrance page
Would you love me if I'm balling off of minimum wage
Would you listen if I tell you 'bout my treacherous past
Would you love me if I tell you that I'm far from a saint
Prolly ask why I care 'bout yo opinion so much
100 million couldn't make me feel like I am enough
Shots flying and I'm biting the bullet
He held it up to me like nigga wassup
He flinching, I knowing it's bitch in 'em
I told him pull the trigger knowing he couldn't
I'm knowing he pussy
He knowing he lucky
I ain't no killer, don't push me
Niggas think they fly wearing ski masks with hoodies, huh
2CNF, I rock the gang to the fullest, yeah
We just made a movie, It's a cool flick
Then I hit her with the deuces
Switch whips just as much as her mood switch
She my baby like I got her a crib and a bib within the crib
But I don't pay her bills cause I'm on to the next with a new bitch
Pussy fire like a dragon call her toothless
But she don't use teeth when I'm releasing
She got that water like Tyla, we rock the boat, yeah I'm seasick
Yo' girl a fan and she want me to sign her cleavage
I'm from the land where niggas kill ya for no reason
Can't wife her up, she say she got a lot of secrets
She got a new nigga, so up the stairs I be creeping
Yeah her pussy was dry, I call that shit a sandbox
Head of her class, she give me brain, top-notch
Hit up the plug, I heard a nigga price dropped
Watch yo' step cause I'm dropping them land mines
Niggas be acting, they Will Smith, Hancock
Niggas know I got the game in a headlock, what
Know some niggas that serve pies and smoke rocks
I was feeling down below but I love when she on top in the moment
We got more motion than roller coasters
Called the plug and he late I'm asking what's the hold up, huh
Click full of bird brains, man you rolling with vultures
My niggas striking, no Lil Yachty, the heat in the holster
My boy gon torch you I ain't talking bout a Toaster oven
Do whatever for my brothers, you know why, because I love 'em
Pulling up inside the Cullinan
Them niggas got more guns than the government
They popping shit just for the fun of it until they done with it
Running to the bag so I can't do no cuddling
Girl get off yo' stomach cause I like you in the front position
Working on a day to day cause I ain't got a pop to piss in
I call that girl convertible cause every time I see her, her top missing
And she tell me that she miss me, that be the best feeling
My nigga itching to kill, I tell 'em chill you just getting out the cell ain't to reason to go revisit, huh
Yeah, my flow be cold enough to freeze niggas go

Written by:
Antonio Adams-Davis

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