PROTOTYPE

[Verse:] Nah I don't need no wifey Moretime I lay low but these women they try to find me Hit me with texts on my phone like "boy, I see you've changed, you went from everybody's fav to paving your own way" I'm on my own ting, smoking dolja thinking bout my old ting Should take a trip to Woolwich, might just see her round the way but I'm stubborn Know that brudda took my place, I don't mind, I can't judge him Cause lately I been going through it Took a break from the music, I had to watch their movements And still I don't feel competition, like, what they doing? Cepheece told me I don't rap with any passion now Yeah, I guess she feels I got complacent Told her it's hard when you got nothing else to rap about But these women & our lost communication It's all crazy Taking L's on a daily, convert that shit to wins I'm Steph Curry with the flavours Sending risky texts' got my iphone moving dangerous Niggas wanna be me, man, they hopping on the wave quick Gyaldem love the music, me and drizzy on their playlist It's that summer '16, FTG, they're so impatient She don't understand the wave but she like it Could never link her in public we slide in private But these women they think they know tings, trust me I always notice Most these accusations fake, won't go unnoticed Adidas sliders don't need no gucci I need a baddie, real bad like Karrueche We can swerve through the ends, girl you know that uber roomy You can bring your bestfriend, 3's a crowd, we'll make a movie And you still the main attraction Link you in a tracky, girl you swear that shit's attractive Like to dress up most days, girl you know my lifestyle flashy And I swear I'm hella faded, smoking plenty of the ammi Still thinking bout the worst days But believe me I remember all our first days Kept it to ourselves, use to see you every Wednesday But girl you went and changed up on a nigga in the worst way And I can't look at you the same I use to say your name with pride, now I just say your name in vain Look what you done now Rolling with winners, I need to blow now The scene needs change and I'm the one who got the dough now Don't ever question the "know how" I'm "Mr. make a banger", now they bang me on the low now They hit me on the radio, "Maria" doing numbers It's a shame the inspiration couldn't be the one to function We can't work no more Pressure all on my shoulders, they want that work some more I'm doing features these days It's hard to find the right balance, they all got needs these days I swear I'm coping 3 shots of henny and now she open And I swear I need my space I just tun up in the studio, dem man tun up in the raves We don't relate London to Connecticut, I swear the mandem play me That boy Josif been too wavey, link up pending, things been crazy Swear my feelings are incontrollable I'm anti-social, man I never been so sociable Yeah, and they just tell me that I've changed I swear that they would feel the same if we both shared the same brain... man she the prototype [Instrumental Outro]