SoulJ - Honestly, Thank You

I just wanna thank you
For never believing in me
And not receiving my love or seeing achievements in me
I bet you'd drop a dime for a penny
You say you gotta bitch and I got many
Men that keep on wishing me dead shit I got plenty
I'm on a cruise with my lil boo tipsy on henny
I told her you don't need no security when you with me
I might cop a donk ride and through Miami like Ball Greezy
And I got power like I'm fifty
Touch me then my brother come rolling just like the 60's
You pissy I get it I know you miss me
But I let it go up out of control then it got iffy
She like I need you to come dick me
She like Marcus I'm broken just come and fix me
I know the situation sticky and I know she tryna trick me so I'm holding on my blicky real swiftly
Still keep a choppy in a ottoman
Plus I'm not cocky I'm confident
I got her spread eagle on the bed finna give her head and then I mcnab her just like I'm Donovan
We playing mime games I'll box 'em in
And he don't want no smoke he need oxygen
I think it's bout a quarter to nine I think I'm running outta time I gotta go put this deposit In
He got his hands out
With all that bright shit he got on you know he stand out
But he don't stand up when it's time to man up he figured out a plan then found a way to cut his plan out
Damn
Don't understand that
I never played like I wasn't because I am that
The hoes who told you I wasn't just want they man back
I'm back around making music where all my fans at
Where all my risk takers
Where all my pop stars
Where all my wrist shakers
Where all my outlaws
Where all my beat makers
Where all my rap Gods
Where all my weed tasters
Where are my cigars
I need to roll it up right now I think I'm losing it
And uh
I'm fresh up out uh some pussy I'm feeling new again
I gotta taste for some cookie we smoking you and him
And for the right price I'll do 'em in
Facts
Do you rap for residual earnings
Yes
Do you still give out food to the homeless
Yes
Is your music still yours do you own it
Yes
And how's your heart did it heal from the broken
Yes
I'm unaware I'm tremendously blessed
Yes
You know this life ain't checkers it's chess
Yes
With God around there's no one to impress
Yes
Signed yours
Forever the best
Blessed
Word

Written by:
Marcus Rivas

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