LRN Nola - Focal

We run the championship you heard me
I'ma get poetic with it fuck writing a love song
I'ma get poetic with it fuck writing a love song
Put trust inside these hoes
I knew that I was dead wrong
Trusting you was wrong
It almost took my damn soul
Free styling these songs and turn that pain into that platinum
Me, myself, and I
I-eight
I fed everybody else before I-ate
Need someone to love me 'til I die because I know my fate
Who can I call when I'm not straight
I was rollin' through the city a po-body
Niggas probably thought that I wouldn't gon' be like nobody
Yo Gotti rake it up
The shit I seen can't make it up
Bars set too low like limbo
All I can do is go up
Tune it out
Niggas tryna talk that shit about me I don't hear 'em
Niggas tryna tell me that I'm scared but I don't fear none
And girl you in my head on a daily don't you hear me
I left them hoes on read and you ain't had no competition
How you forget it
I put you on top the world
You were my favorite girl and now you ain't nothing
If you ain't with me then you with em so I'm feeling like fuck it
Once she leave me she ain't pretty matter fact she disgust me
I said I'm on na
Please just check my close up
You cannot get closer
She cannot get closure from me
I said I heard it all before that shit don't matter to me
You say you real but telling lies that shit don't add up to me
I feel like CeeLo
I walk up to thotties none in my pocket but some change
These bitches be low
Hit high notes for whoever got money to they name
It ain't my steelo to say that I got you then I go and drop you
I call it P Low
The polo tee that I just got from Ralph Lauren
With all due respect this shit get ugly
I just eased up cause I love you
I don't even want no flowers
I don't talk about my struggles I don't even get acknowledged
If the school wouldn't teach me how to get money is it really knowledge
It ain't teach me about the fake love
Ain't teach me bout the gangstas
Ain't teach me bout the fakers
Ain't teach me bout the haters
Ain't teach me bout the people that gon' fake like they love me
Ain't teach me bout the people that I can't even trust 'em
Ain't teach me bout the mothafucka right next to me
That don't want me to win because they got it out for me
Ain't teach me bout the bitches that just want my money
Ain't teach me about the bitches ain't gone give me none nigga
I just chose to be the last real nigga They know I'm a playboy
I was just with flyy she said it sound like opera singers with all that fake love
I got that Aht-Aht
When it sing make a sound that they ain't a fan of
I tell her nada
When she said how much my heart she get her hands on
Ain't tryna block or change my number
I fall back to get a huncho
My mind on star sixty seven
It's a lot of shit I don't know
I been praying to God he send me a halo
Ain't ask for my Beyonce I ain't nothing like durkio
I been smilin lately wouldn't call it smirking tho
I been pullin cards
Jokes on you I got the joker
Tryna tag me on the story she ain't getting noticed
Tom Ford on the focals realign my focus
Gon make me pull up to her job I ain't even Muslim
If you ain't stepping with your chest can't roll with me in public
These hoes be groupies get involved and followed me from Publix
And pulled out a fuckin gun for to not to even bust it
Nigga
We finna start givin motherfuckin operas out
Cause they need to be pat on the back
Give em round of applause putting on a fuckin show
Tell em Nola
And I tend to shit
Hollin that out while I be putting the piece together and shit
I know that sometimes I don't think that I be relevant
But I know I'm way more important than I present to me
You gone regret that shit

Written by:
Nola Hendricks

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