B4 I SPEAK

Before I represent again on an album I stay writing
Matter fact I'm writing songs while I'm shittin, the g's silent
Made a chick crazy using my tounge, the head pilot
Keep it quiet, they don't know about you or your handwriting

Lets go
I brought my phone on let go
Rather cheap than expensive just to enjoy a whole show
A tempo
Everything that I wanted I got it, the plateau
Talking smack then arrived unseen, a no show (Yeah)

My life's changed since a nigga graduated
But besides paying all of my bills, it's complicated
Rather see a nigga stuck in a loop, all nauseated
Always sliding in and out in an ease, I'm lubricated

One body's all I have
So I don't know what I'm talking bout
Either you a bitch or a hoe from the word of mouth
Nowadays you either cheating back, I'm just up in the house
I'm just writing all my feelings out they acting like some clowns

Oh shit, yeah I said that already
On my last mixtape I was still going steady
As I head to twenty-one, I cut em out like machetes
Gave a chance to take me on, but niggas act like they heavy

I'm gone