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[Hook: Chris Patrick] My shawty just called, said she done with the drama She don't fuck with the transformations that come with the commas She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala She gon fuck for the Dollar She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense I only been obsessed on where I'm goin' I obsessed with building business She obsessed with building homes I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it's grown It don't mean shit, knowing I'm selfish while she still get left alonе [Verse 1: Chris Patrick] I'm a glorious man From the Dirt emergеd a Tulip Like the florist had planned I Ain't been forcing my hand To score through the defenses I just contort where i am To morph into pieces More conducive for the puzzled mind Subtle lines The undertones of greatness Getting underlined Undesired pockets Getting hung inside the closest Till it's summer time My confidence been Booming since the check though We use to take the metro To impress every set show My efforts to connect flow Was paralleled by corporate In Attempt to keep my checks low Them pay day drops ain't pay me My bae would often take me Out to offset feeling crazy Her honesty had saved me From the conscious thoughts of lately She like You a gifted boy Scripting shit like sigmund Freud Lift the pen Until the pen you lift Can not be lift no more Someday You gon be King And for a king They finna sing for Joy But now she see truth And see this shit a ploy [Hook: Chris Patrick] My shawty just called, said she done with the drama She don't fuck with the transformations that come with the commas She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala She gon fuck for the Dollar She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense I only been obsessed on where I'm goin' I obsessed with building business She obsessed with building homes I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it's grown It don't mean shit, knowing I'm selfish while she still get left alone [Verse 2: Noah] My mom on my line My baby girl growing old So it's hard to decline Her pride and joy across the country Morphing rappers into lunch meat The numbers nile got crunching Got me wondering How we put all this money up in the laundry And we gon wash it In a mosh pit I'm a profit two ways I saw the funds before we had them 1's in bouquets I gotta smell my flowers Need em potent As freshman opens of sour And when I fertilize my baby girl What she birth might save the world And I'ma tell my youngin, know this Best revenge is ya focus This world is pictures in motion And dont you stick to the script They pitt me against Leonardo's For what I did to this shit I paint a picture the blind could touch and visualize Product so popping cut out middle guys Hoes chirping me, calendar circle me cause the currency Them dollar hoes get a dollop of dick Then politic [Hook: Chris Patrick] My shawty just called, said she done with the drama She don't fuck with the transformations that come with the commas She not comfortable knowing bitches wan' fuck me for Guala She gon fuck for the Dollar She reluctant to speak on topics in future tense I only been obsessed on where I'm goin' I obsessed with building business She obsessed with building homes I confessed, I been addicted to the wealth and how it's grown It don't mean shit, knowing I'm selfish while she still get left alone