Текст песни Stalling - ProFoundXIII

Feeling just like Boyz N The Hood but we good now
Shawty really tryna lock it in like she should now
Cuddy said he stressing got him smoking on the woods now
Think he feel addicted he can't even put the woods down
Look him in his eyes he won't talk he feeling stuck now
Tried to give advice he can't hear I think he logged out
Don't go smoking trees if you just keep on running
If you're sleep you'll never ever see your blessings come in
Speaking up to God so I'm never lonely
I got this shit late at night that be creeping on me
Bad bitch talk but that don't do that much for me
Crazy how the bitches from my past try to flip stories
They would never try for me
They would never cry for me
Now these bitches cry for me
Think I'm doing good shorty
Cause they see a nigga really trying to boss up
I can't even tell you all the nights it cost us

Double R chasing after dreams (yeah)
Not no motion picture this is what it seem (yeah)
This my emotions really speaking through a pen
And my penmanship going to keep me independent
And I don't want a fucking label or friendship
Tell them that I'm able they don't got to bring a cane in
For this music shit I swear I'm all in
Got to keep it going we not stalling

Man I walk with God but I'm sticked up
'Blicked' up
These nigga just can never match or erase us
Hope they call me crazy so I really feel like Yeezus
What's with all these bitches that's trying to come police us
They watching and they stalking us
Shawty saw me leaving from the gym I think she clocking us
I've been always aiming for the head just like a taper cut
But I want to go and do that shit with different clippers (uh)
Do it with the 'blicka' (uh)
If a nigga lack then Ima stick him up
I've been way too focus on my goals I cannot miss it (uh)
I'm the best rapper in my city that's a fact
If I rap I make the whole room boom with no bap
Dope lines no crack
Locked in no trap
Why y'all getting mad I put the city on the map
'PSL' yea the suburbs but it's feeling like the Raq
You don't know who really real
You don't know who really wack

Double R chasing after dreams (yeah)
Not no motion picture this is what it seem (yeah)
This my emotions really speaking through a pen
And my penmanship going to keep me independent
And I don't want a fucking label or friendship
Tell them that I'm able they don't got to bring a cane in
For this music shit I swear I'm all in
Got to keep it going we not stalling

Shoutout gang
And shoutout to the bitches that was fronting and would never say our names
Bitch I'm going up I hope that energy the same
Summer getting hot I had to be the 'New Flame'
No Usher no Chris Breezy but I'm in the game
I just need the money just so I can fight the pain
My tire popped twice in one week it was insane
From that moment there I knew what really had to change
Fuck all these bitches and fuck these hoes
That was switching they goals
Living in lies trying to keep niggas close
Y'all the reason I'm cold
That pretty face ain't gonna cover that soul I'm better off when I'm letting you go
Or I pass to my bro
I don't even want to fuck on you hoes
I'm celibate I put that shit on my soul
You don't how much I cry when I'm feeling alone
It's okay cause I'm prepared to do this shit solo