D'avion Malik - Emotions

Dealing with emotions I
Don't really know why, I try so hard

So now I got this pen and pad inside my hand
I leave the studio to get them racks in and then I'm back in
Watch me switch up, pour it up, roll it up get high asf
Dealing with this pain and helping people shit adding up
Man I miss my nigga chase I wish that I could smoke him up
Fucking with these bitches but I swear these hoes ain't good enough
No I'm not no average lil bitch I'm so extravagant
I need hella paper run it up till I can't even see
Niggas claim they hate me but Ik they wanna be me
Tryna steal my styles and all my flows boy you ain't me
You rocking fugazzy while my diamonds they in HD
Picture me rolling brand new car Na it stolen
I done came out the mud now these niggas claim know me
When I get rich asf they gone try to say I owe em AND
ion em shit, i did all by myself no fucking help
VVS diamonds swear this shit is perfect timing
I been grinding and grinding sometimes I just never mind it
Treating life as a movie can't rewind but it's on mind
Everytime I'm writing down a line I just wanna cry
Long live my nigga hope you watching me above the sky

Dealing with emotions I
Don't really know why, I try so hard

Gotta run them racks before I die ima be a legend
These niggas talking shit I told them niggas I ain't stressing
I keep a weapon and I'm gone send his ass a blessing
Give his ass a halo
You end up missing like you nemo
Chew his body up with a draco
Now it's time to get back to the paysos
That's a case closed if you ain't know
They say I'm the shit like I ain't know
I'm in this shit for a long run
Young boy with some big dreams
I was down bad they ain't give a thing
Now they mad cuz I'm getting cream
I got niggas round me tryna plan a scheme
They be talking bout what they gone do to me
But I ain't even worried about the foolery
Ain't none of you niggas as cool as me
He claim he hate me but he calling me for a feat
These internet niggas be having me weak
He typing in Twitter while I'm doing business I'll have me a mill by the end of the week
I'm out of the city just minding my business
Gotta make sure that my family eat
Came from the bottom where niggas was starving remember when we ain't have nothing to eat
Now I'm the shit I got racks in my pocket
I go to the store and I hop on fleek
I don't mean to brag but I really got this shit in a bag
I got the whole world inside of my hand
Yeah I already know I'm the man
I can really have yo bitch in a trance
Yeah she been telling me she is a fan
But a nigga too busy I hop on a plane then do a show when I land
A nigga ain't worried I'm cool as a fan
People gone hate it was part of the plan

Dealing with emotions I
Don't really know why, I try so hard

Dealing with emotions I
Don't really know why, I try so hard

Written by:
D'Avion Cook

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