July 6th

Verse 1 :

So this beat came on and this shit touched me

I get love from my momma and these streets love me

Left Tamia in the past and this bitched loved me, moving on to the next

Stuck with your ex, don’t mean to judge underneath the vest i got a heart too

Doing this for the love and the art too, get my song on the cloud on that iTunes

Getting rich off streams I’m a tycoon, oooh

Niggas move so softly, best where I’m from ain’t no one to top me

Y’all sound the same but my style ain’t the type you copy

Or, or you get on that pay check

Skill versatility stretched like a Maybach

Focused on my goals ain’t no box I ain’t check

See the hunger written on my face, a face tatt

If you ever switched sides, no can’t change back

I was raised to forgive, but sometimes let em’ get another sip - they feed you more piss

So it’s fuck you, and your momma too

Wishing bad luck on you and your karma fool