Gangsta (23:58)

Some of my exes miss me some of my exes hate me some of my neighbors calli and some of my neighbors Drizzy baby this is not love it is just something to keep me busy it is the size in the sheets in the Bentley and the pain that I am carrying in the city the world turned cold and jealousy turned into envy I am on a Mission and I know who sent me no more responses for me to critics told them skies was the limit now they all about to witness I try to tell them I am a one on one I ain’t no runner up I made a mil in a day and still have not done enough I got a feature from Forbes that does not sum it up they was not showing love now they fuck with us The whole world watching and waiting to laugh I know my enemies are watching and praying it’s trash I have been working in silence this year is making them mad they ran out of the sauce throwing occasional jazz shout out to all my salty exes that I stayed with in the past you boys hearing it first and coming in last this man came from midis and it is still in my hands this flow came from the same place where the stains are in the glass. My rap song that I wrote.