Lil Monk - Tiny Desk Type Beat

My homegirls is her homegirls and she tell 'em we fucked, yeah
In my own world, it's a cold world but she talk too much, damn
Beat
Right now I'm sippin' a Pineapple Fanta, two liter, it's my favorite, yeah
If I rapped about you it would definitely beat this type right here
Too bad we already at the outro, maybe next time
But I thought about it, I really did, yeah
But right now I'm too far gone
I grew up on "So Far Gone"
To show up seem so far from home
To blow up been taking so long
And T tell me to write these songs, but she don't know I don't write these songs
And Gee tell me to put something out, but most times I don't like these songs
And most times I don't like these hoes and this time feels just like most
And they music kinda like waterboarding, it ain't moving but it feel like motion
You the realest, boy, get back to that cold shit
You the feeling that lack in they own shit
You from Cincy, represent and you can never fall
But if you trip they know it's a Super Bowl trip
You got strength, do it all at the same time
Hit it with your own twist, like gang signs
Don't let em put you in a box like FaceTime
Can't nobody "lil bro" me 'cept Dajuan
Did a lot for my homies that ain't tangible, but if you not still my homie, understandable
Better not dap and hug me when the camera's on, 'cause you might not get lucky, bitch, the cannon's on
Brodie wrapped 'em in his luggage and his carry-on, he keep telling me that California passed a law
I keep saying, "You a dummy, man, you read that wrong"
He keep saying, "Monk, you pussy, man, just make your songs"
We know he taking Fed risks, but we laugh about it
Man, the shit we find funny is no laughing matter
Money all about his money, shit we mirror matches
He said the goal is two M's like mathematics
My other homie got shipped to the psychiatric's
They said he off a lil bit, look at how he acting
He said he never going back, like scorned exes
They can have them wards back like "backwards" backwards
He tryna get his score back, so he carry metal
I'm tryna give good advice, he ain't tryna hear it
Shit, at least move right if you gon' move savage, leave your cellphone at home, they can ping connections
I done things wrong that need correcting, I done reinvestments, I done broke hearts, said she finished
But I undone done like no you isn't
I dumb it down just so y'all can get it
I run down all the competition
I seen signs and I tried to igg it, but I seen too many signs, fuck y'all tryna petition
It's set in stone, man, I gotta get it, yeah
Watch where you throw yo hood up, they'll check yo engine
Back of the club with foots up, where you not permitted
I de-cleat you neat freaks, with yo clean ass image
I stayed independent, diamonds in the pendant
Stopped writing, man, I ended penning, and they end is pending
That's why they watch me with cheap seats, from a distance, as close as they getting
Lil Money, man

Written by:
Lil Monk

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