K-pop Lyrics

(Hook)
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is Imma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money, man
The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

(Verse 1)
Flashbacks of a youngin sipping that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I’m living, fuck em all
Bumping Triple Six
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who the bitch riding with me?
Man, the devil tryna get me
Motivated, under-educated, and hated
But finally getting cake like a happy belated
Bitch I made it, we on
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it
Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
Feel like Ive been waiting forever, forever to inherit
This is war, I declare it
Time is money, I can’t spare it
Futuristic, so simplistic
Please decipher my linguistics
Slow it down, Robitussin
I’m the king, aint no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know you feel this
On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all
Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
EBT, that’s the card
I thank God, I thank God, but it’s hard, but it’s hard

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
God damn, god damn, we at it again
Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban
Yeah, my stress up, but I’m blessed up
Fuck around and get messed up
When I murder the rhyme, I’m living divine
You know that I’m one of a kind
Lemme get it right now, ho
Draped up and I’m dripped out, right now, ho
Caked up til I cash out and I got em all wondering how, so
On the down low, haters drown slow
On the down low, haters drown slow
Oh God, my God, we got it all right
Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?
These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
Tell me that they love me
Know damn well that they don’t give a fuck
I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut
That’s what’s up
All these bitches out here tryna gas it up
This is everything I ever wanted, I can’t pass it up
Life changed in a year, couldn’t happen fast enough
Can I do it like you do it? That’s what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don’t ever give it up
Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can’t get enough
Now they know my name through the nation
Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I’m making
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
Tell em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that’ll break em
And bitch I’m still the same
Dash of auto tune so yall can feel the pain
Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasing fame, chasing glory, til the day we make a story
Positive that life aint mine
Bitch you can take that shit to Maury

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
(Hello, no one is available to take your call)
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I been working hard, I been searching for God
(Please leave a message after the tone)
Little brother, this is your sister, you’re busy, I get you
But I insist you call me back cause I miss you
I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
Cause lately you feel like I’m just not your sister at all, all
I’m sorry for calling and balling, I’m all in
And I feel like I’m falling lately
It feel like my children hate me
You tell me I’m beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
And lately I, I feel more like mommy
I know I’m me, but still
You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser
So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I’m gone
As as for (?) He left and he aint coming back
I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that
No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud
Promise you won’t forget me, that you’ll always be with me
And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me
Under pressure, Ive been feeling under pressure

(Verse 4)
Hey, son, this is your father, don’t mean to bother
How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
And Paris, what a beautiful destination
And perish right by the Eiffel
Come now, please don’t be spiteful
Of all my small talk, I think were overdue a long talk
When I see kids around the way I say hey, I’m your dad
It gets me thinking of incredible moments we’ve had
And on the real I’m trying so hard not to bug you
But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use?
I’m two years clean, no longer a fiend
Yeah, I’m 57, but I feel 19
And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you’re there
And when the time is right I know that you gon take care
Of anything I need, of your family
Can I have some tickets to your next show?
Would you stand with me?
Can I have some money for my new honey that’s hella fine?
I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom
My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm
Maybe you could tell *beep*
Ive been feeling under pressure

(Interlude)
Hey, what’s up, bro? I didnt want much, man
Just calling to see what’s going on
I know you’re busy Dad hit me up
It’s his birthday today
But I know you know that Yeah, he calling
He be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man
I don’t know how to handle that I don’t wanna tell him like nah
I aint trying to meet her off top
You know So what you think I should do?
Text me, I know you’re busy, dawg
But he been calling me saying he wanna come down
He wanna bring his new chick and Brenda’s like damn
He really tryna rock out with his new chick
Cause you know we all talk to Debbie
But I don’t know
I don’t know how to tell him this shit
So just hit me back whenever you got the time, man
I know there’s more shit on your plate
You aint gotta hit me
Dawg, but if you do I’d appreciate it
When you back, love you
Do your thing Swag rattpack all day
Boy Alright, nigga

(Verse 5)
Yeah, dear family, I’m so sorry that Ive been distant
Everything changed in an instant
My time has been inconsistent
I know that you been insisting
I know that birthday I missed it
I swore I told my assistant
But I guess my mind is in another place
Thoughts often in another world
I started seeing another girl
It fell through, man, what a world
But I’m so focused on my craft
On employing my staff
Such a perfectionist
I can’t even finish this draft
This letter to the ones I love
The ones that I miss
Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
Meanwhile people outside
Of my blood asking for favors
I don’t owe you a fucking thing
You best switch your behavior
Truly remarkable how I barely know you
But somehow owe you
When you don’t even know bout
The shit I go through
We aint spoken in a while, tell me sister
How your child?
Come now, girl, give me a smile
Come on, girl, don’t do me foul
Sorry I aint call before
But I’m calling you right now
I heart that you was popping E
Stop resorting to the vile
How my mama, how she doing
Does she know what I’m pursuing?
I aint talk to her in years
That relationship she ruined
But sometimes I wake
And wonder just what the fuck I’m doing
They say family is everything
I swear that shit the truth
I should spend it all with yall
But I spend it in the booth
This is everything I love
This is everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling even though
My heart it bleed
This is everything I love
Everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling even though
My heart bleed
Under pressure
I’ve been feeling under pressure

(Interlude)
Hey, son, I’m sorry I missed your call today
But I was in an AA meeting A friend
Of mine was celebrating four years
So I couldn’t get you right then
And then when I called you wouldn’t even answer or whatever
Just wondering how things are going Jenn
And I aren’t together anymore
Living on my own
You know Anyway
The whole family
Even the ones you don’t know
My sister
Some of your aunts that you’ve never met are very proud
Of you Your cousins just love you too Anyway, son
I love you, I just want you to know that
And just keep grinding, you know
And I don’t wanna hear you joining the Illuminati
Then I gotta jail you out I love you, son So