So it seems you been fuckin with a bitch nigga Over caring over bearing Tryna make 6 figures so he can have surgery To make his dick bigger No confidence still a sinner Puffin nicotine actin like a bread winner When his lies are getting thinner How have you put up with his shot for this long I hope you broke it off within The first 5 seconds of this song Cuz We taken fat rips off the bong Listen bud you need the concentrates Big rig sucking heavy weight Not some skinny nigga always workin on they mental state So if he fake Betta not let him penetrate Cause his dick wont like the wait N its definitely gone have him pumping the breaks With ease you've giving him some new character traits At this point You will see if he a dog grabbing on ya thong Or a real nigga Offering a sorry and a date Admitting his fault and changing his ways But it seems the man you fuckin with Just hasn't found his way All he wants isn't just to get laid He is diligently tryna pave yalls way Trapped is his brain Feeling like a slave Workin long hours for minimal pay So you gotta kiss his face Ask about his day If it was you he was seemingly mad at He'd say it to ya face But make no mistake A spontaneous slap the the face Gone set him off in about couple hundred different ways Just tell him its all ok Show him your his to take Cuz to him the whole worlds at stake If all else fails just give him a little too much space He gone be crawling back Tryna put his head in ya lap Making not so comedic jabs Calling it a hard time I guess his father left too soon And they didn't get to spend enough time Just believe He see's you as a whole hunnid dolla bill Not just a dime But he tryna make a mill And you just feel he considers you wasted time But that's not the case He has finally broken out that cold hearted gangsta mental stake Thanks to you His heart has been filled No more torment and fear just chill So don't fret that he's not all hyper Tryna tinker an build shit like MacGyver Always lip singing eye of the tiger Tryna make you believe he's a survivor Mean while he can barely handle his 9 to fiver But he is really trying Even tho all he does is get burned by the fryer So he stutters n glitches Packing his swishers Practicing being a spitter To bad his whole life was lived being a quitter Now he needs a baby sitter But its you so be forgiving He only smokes sativa Indica is just too much Leaves him starving With no lunch Searching for a crutch Till gates gives him that sweet feeling of getting but fucked Then he hates life for being the bitch he is Knowing his dick ain't big And his nose is shaped like a pig So he's worried about how pretty his girlfriend is Sitting at wits end with no friends Tryna trim all the split n loose ends All the sudden he cant pretend You are the love of his life And he wont be falling in love with any other girl other than slim So i hope your not stressing When he just lacks the courage to get it in This was a story about a good boy friend Not your boy toy in a rich whip Or that do or die I love you with his wrist slit No romeo juliet shit He the till the end forever and after you have his nuts snipped So just be his chick Cuz you were already hand picked To be his wifey No competition cuz he put all the hoes in the trench Dropped em a shovel n said dig a ditch Im sick an tired of all you nit wits Get anywhere near a my dick You gone start to feel sick This the kill switch To any other Go bang ya sucka Cuz my girls got me covered You all dying in your rubber While im getting kinky with some hot butter Im more than just her lover You should stay the fuck out cuz we ain't beneath the covers Man just shut the fuck up Get ya funds up I aint ya brotha Came from down unda Here i am to bring you all up So much cream ask miss daisy for a dollup The names marshall From the ground Counting dollas we never round down so Turn the sound up And feel me harness ya mind power its time to gallop More fire than vallium Never tired im bout it Infinite energy swiming caffiene never drowning Sativa distalate never flowa It may seem im from the skies Cuz im high as a tower But im steady working gaining strength by the hour Fuck yo baby mamma this cloud reigning down upon one girl and i aint mean a goldin shower So tune in we going a couple million miles per hour Dont be sour Cuz im sweet now Or later Just let the beat savor as i season it for flavor This rap game aint neva seen my hustle when it come to manual labor Toss the pen and let the keyboard become ya major Cuz over her are sights have lasors Phone case with a built in tasor Any thing you want get it if ya able Ill pour the salt if you bring the pepper We a house hold staple If you pourin syrup it bess be maple Any other matter gone be spoken at the table Drop your bottles And grab some water Cause where were going Your gonna be preyin for aqua Just be a good man a the land Save your hard earned dolla So ya kids can go to college Before ya know All those kids gonna Be drainin ya wallet Rap it before ya tap it N dont leave with ya pants saggin No spells can hold you ya man aint hagrid Mr. Potta See yall on the next track We gonna be really bustin back But its all just lyrical jabs You know how it goes I got my pen and my pad Makin this ripity rap Came from the trap life aint all that bad You just gotta stay on track