Songtexte Forever That - Chezzo

Gang
Ay

If you leave, another bitch gone take yo place
Can't be out here chasing hoes, I don't have time to race
Baby I got goals so I'm gone need a little space
Don't you ring my line if you don't got a pretty face
Hold up
I let boss take my energy over
Claiming that they on my side but nigga, nah I don't know ya
Been to church in my Nikes, wasn't wearing no loafers
You ain't out of range, watch me pull up on ya in a rover
Hold up
I left that hoe she toxic, that made me up my profit
I'm high up like a rocket, done had to check my pocket
Be in my corner vibin', these bitches still lying
Yo niggas so conniving, they steady multiplying

I can't keep no hate up in my heart
If I vibe with you enough, baby let me clear yo Shein cart
Don't tell yo man you with me, I don't a beef start
I, heat up the venue like the space is a pop tart
Done went through so much together, don't know the reason
Make you feel less welcomed, all the groupies got deleted
Everyday I feel more powerful, soon I'll be undefeated
Off the grid because of all the faulty shit I'm steady peepin'
Behind my back, play off yo fouls like I'm a referee
Claimed you an ally, but you front lined with the enemy
To play with my emotions, brain is smaller than a sesame
How foolish can you be to do some weirdo shit like fuck with me
I'm not venting, just learning from from my lessons
Be my own boss cause niggas treating you my peasants
A bitch who drove my Uber couldn't even tell directions
Mixed up two whole different streets the names ain't even had resemblance
Stop it, nigga no, I ain't finished on this track
I let too much shit slide, I'm bouta get my licks back
Forever chillin' while I'm winning and I'm smokin' on a pack
I leave the scene with niggas knowing, what?
I'm forever that

If you leave, another bitch gone take yo place
Can't be out here chasing hoes, I don't have time to race
Baby I got goals so I'm gone need a little space
Don't you ring my line if you don't got a pretty face
Hold up
I let boss take my energy over
Claiming that they on my side but nigga, nah I don't know ya
Been to church in my Nikes, wasn't wearing no loafers
You ain't out of range, watch me pull up on ya in a rover
Hold up
I left that hoe she toxic, that made me up my profit
I'm high up like a rocket, done had to check my pocket
Be in my corner vibin', these bitches still lying
Yo niggas so conniving, they steady multiplying

What?
Uh, they steady multiplying
Uh, uh
Gang