Lyrics

I’m feeling like the love story ended
Fucc who I offended
Imma roam the streets like I’m demented
Knocking flight attendants
Ain’t no friendly skies if I’m in it
I get right to business Joey Blacc on Hall Of Fame menace
And fucc that Insta or that tik tok
I need the digits
Social media picked yo hip hop that’s highly suspicious
If u support me hit my inbox donate to my interests
That’s how these bitches get they rent off
To simp is expensive my pimping intrinsic
Excuse my west coast jargon/(hey)
The barrel on the carbine is carbon(hey)
case u thought I was a west coast target
Muthafucca u won’t make it til the morning

I been grieving out here floating thru coping I feel emotional
These bucket headed hoes wanna shop and gossip bout so and so
I need a woman tender to nurture me heal a broken soul
Have focused goals
Throw it in a circle but be so composed
I exude the masculine energy
And the opposites attract when it’s immaculate chemistry
She reciprocate my tendencies
Only in high regard do she mention me
Then one day a nigga failed to take her on a spending spree
Now here come the underlying ho shit
I’m 30+ years old I’m sicc of goin thru the motions
I need devotion need to be devoted need emotion
She need convulsions need to feel explosions in the ocean
See bitch u wasn’t there for the damages
When (XXXX) split my heart and I ain’t know how to handle it
And I took my bruised ego back to south Los Angeles
Drowned my cerebral wit malt liquor and canibus
I ain’t out here preaching see I’m teaching through my actions I’m an activist
Irrational my passion took me national I’m craccin shit I stay prepared on some
never really know what can happen shit
My maccin is miraculous real success tactics I’m practicing
I’m packed with it
I’m doin good well past adequate
I ain’t flashing it
throwing it in faces and calling it motivation
That shit overrated
I use love as the catalyst to get over hatred