The Real Bril - Call On

Who can I call on
Can I depend can I fall on
Thought when I got money
That my problems all gone
Boy was I wrong
Yea I'm popular
But I'm still alone
I'm on fire
Shid but I feel cold
But for now shid
I'm in my zone
Give em yo mind and yo heart
And they gone want yo soul
Pops say he see the growth
Like that boy gone blow
Say he fly his own drone
Like that kid no joke
I got one question though
Who fucking with me
Shid I know he don't exist
But it'll be something to see
Like Baby chill it be them
They be coming to me
And I ain't never started beef
They come fucking with me
How much time was invested
And money was spent
Just for you to vibe out to
And bump my shit
Man I see every post tagged
Man I love that shit
I keep my energy good
You see the love I get
I been worried lately baby
Well you ain't gotta worry bout shit
It's gon be rainy days too
Well you ain't gotta worry bout them
Rolls Royce umbrella
In that new Cullinan
You hit that rough patch
Like damn let's just have fun again
Who can I call on
Can I depend can I fall on
Thought when I got money
That my problems all gone
Boy was I wrong
Yea I'm popular
But I'm still alone
I'm on fire
Shid but I feel cold
Whenever they down
They think to hit me up
Well I trip and fall too
Who's there to pick me up
See I don't put in small orders
Shid zip me up
Say she got that wap wap
Yea drip me up
You spent a day up in my shoes
You'd prolly lose yo mind
Christian Dior, Cha-nelly, and Louis Vuitton
You ain't gotta rush for nobody
Just take yo time
You want me or a lame nigga
Baby make yo mind
I ain't here to pass judgment
Shit that's not my thing
Whenever I need you
Imma make ya hotline bling
I can't be around losers
Shid that's not my scene
I don't have my hands out
Shit that's not my steez
Went and got it on my own
Shid I can't wait on you
But don't be surprised
Whenever I pull a you on you
Now every man for himself
Used to be 2 on 2
We both strapped
So you don't know who gone shoot
I'm back on now
So imma let my shit hang
If it's me or him
Then Imma let that bitch bang
I can't say I'm right shid
That's just how I'm raised
Not a lot of back and forth
We don't play dem games
Who can I call on
Can I depend can I fall on
Thought when I got money
That my problems all gone
Boy was I wrong
Yea I'm popular
But I'm still alone
I'm on fire
Shid but I feel cold

Written by:
Jabril Whitmore

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