Intro
Yeah.. I need, I need.. yeah/
Verse
A reason not to go out drinking/
Cause that's when I start my shit and start over thinking/
Reminiscing on moments that shouldn’t even matter/
My ex's should be flattered I still remember their asses/
Cause how could I forget how long forever lasted/
I'm a helpless romantic but somehow still distracted/
By these ig hoes and stripper poles and their exotic dances for finances/
I’m the one she dance on your the one she dance with, I got/
No time to converse/
I'm talking deals on these verses, I'm on the verge till the first/
When there's money in the mix I'm always on high alert/
Cause these niggas love to swindle when there's work in the works and I know/
How it feels to catch a come up, niggas run up/
Tryna catch a lick before the sun up/
Don't get stuck up, Harlem taught me how to weigh and measure all my bags up/
And rip a motherfucker script when any nigga act up/
Yeah, Getting back to basis, I'm passing up on features/
Unless you want me on yours cause I don’t want to neither/
Unless the price is right, unless you talking that ink and paper that writers like/
Boy cut the check with due respect and watch a writer write/
Before the biters bite and come through to decipher lines that’s I just finished writing/
I'll kill a rapper on his own shit, make that shit my own shit/
It’s all a competition now a days we're all opponents/
We got families to feed../
Speaking on family issues I almost lost, my father 3 years ago/
His kidney was failing I just remembered 3 beers ago and that shit was crazy/
That shit was hectic/
That shits ironic cause here I am just drinking my pain away and could end up in the same position like I don't get it/
Like I won't get sick/
Like I forgot/
The pain of almost losing a pops that I barely got, yeah/
I bet he hear this and tell himself, "nigga this that shit"/
And show his ppl at work like "listen this my kid"/
Who would of thought that your son would grow up to have this talent/
And keep his rapping and singing maintained and well balanced/
I’ll tell a vision on television and say I'm psychic/
To prove a point to these rappers before they even try it/
Don't be righteous and lose it all cause your to involved/
Coming for me, not the smartest move at all, word/
Where the bag at? Where the Stash at?/
Busy chasing cheddar all my niggas bunch of lab rats/
I use to want the last laugh/
But now I'm focused on getting so far ahead I can't remember who I'm supposed to laugh at/
I need a bad bitch, not to bouji with a fat ass/
One that chills and when the arguments happen aren't that bad/
One that understands, the pain I been through from all the bitches a nigga went to/
Guess how much wanna be friends too/
Yeah.. Take a guess just take a guess, oh/
I know that you taste regret, oh/
Forgive me if I made a mess, oh/
Tell me if there's anything left cause/
I swear it is, that's why I ask/
Cause I don't know, and that's to bad/
Fuck a friendship/
I'm glad some relationships ended/
Finally came to my senses.. FDR/
Outro
Thank you for listening, I hope that you all enjoyed yourselves on this trip.. this ride, whatever you wanna call it... forgive me for being gone for so long but I'm assuming you guys know what I been doing this entire time now.. right ? Hahaha
Shout out to everybody that are here with me right now, you know who ya are, nothing but love, I'm lit as fuck right now but that's regular.. sorry mama.. well.. until next time we meet.. this is just the beginning, FDR Drive. Thank you
