Michael Emery - FTF

Contemplating on my
Next got damn move
Want the money pourin in
Like a monsoon
Flow dirty like mickey dees
Bathroom
But I stay so clean like a
Ballroom
On my last two pumps
Yea i'm coming soon
Always stay wit the jokes
No cartoon
Stay loose like a nigga on
Mushrooms
Trinna bring my people all together
Like damu
But I dont
Understand
All the niggas who be
Stallin
Steady fallin
Cryin how they not ballin
Focus on the bitches
Stead of riches or the digits
Thinking all they really need
Is a couple few stitches
Piece they life together
Through the weather
Or whatever
Thinkin clever
But it never seems to
Get
Any better
Goin crazy
Can you relate
Well maybe

Baby I know that
Im the man
But you you gone
Have to understand
That when it comes to being
Sane
These politics
Aint in my lane
Man
Fuck the fame
Yea
I want the hoes
To know my name
But man
Fuck the fame
Yea
And please tell yo mom the same

Written by:
Kevin White

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