Shot Clock Violations

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Where did all my exes go?

Textin' X and O's, guess the car drive as far our connection goes

We top floor, spittin' blessed flows

Extra on the cash, need mine far as extra goals

Off charts, I'm runnin' my way up

Niggas ain't fuckin' my play up

Shot Clock Violations and I'm still tuckin' my J up

They playin' hard, I'm star player, so playin' with y'all feel like I'm runnin' a layup

I'm on top of the globe

And everything I touch fire, hand top of the stove

I go through emotions, but some I'm just not finna show

Haven't I proved to you, I'm always hot when it's cold?

Haven't I proved, nigga, that I always got what it takes?

Ain't no stoppin' or brakes

They tried blockin' my checks

I'm still juggin' in place

Wonder why I'm the golden child, it's not a mistakе

We press niggas and speak in codе like: Lock in and sake

Tryna go up on me, it's like hoppin' in place

I know I'm a-

But she just gotta a sort of anger against me-

They wanna kill me, drive by and throw shots at my grave, it's crazy

But all gravy 'cause I'm gettin' cash money now

Way before, love me now, the show's over a hunnid thou'

It's why I see you niggas now, don't wanna pow-wow

The mic' made me like Mike and I ain't Lil' Bow Wow

Life is all a gamble and you gotta thous' down

Win a couple games now and you the man around town

Now you fuckin' pretty brown round from the litty town

They hopin' that'll last forever, they don't ever forget you now

Oh, I

I ain't really been to the city so long

So long, I don't even know what's goin' on

Hoes gone and the good girls moved on

Old friends jealous and the feeling so strong

Oh, I'm

Comin' up short but the money so long

Old friends didn't get to laugh too long

Old hoes gone but I gotta move on

And the talk on road is

That I've been touchin' money, don't get down with all you funny niggas

The talk on road is

I ain't got no love for nobody that don't love me, no

The talk on road is

It's always gon' be something 'bout me whenever it's talk on road

Oh, it's talk on road, oh-oh

Shots comin' from the upper side

Shoot us like a bitch from that [?], double homicide

And I remember nights in that kitchen, mixin' that jumble [?]

Hunnid thousand, money counter, watchin' all the numbers fly

Why would a nigga lie?

Honda Civic flow, I had to turn it to my just to drive

I remember days Michael [?] was fuckin' different hoes in my sister ride

Hatin' me is hatin' God, planted all in His design

Book busy and big plottin'

All my niggas been in the field like pickin' cotton

Pop my shit, made all this money, imagine me switchin' options

Knowin' that I'm as cold as [?] in my flows, just hittin' pockets

Voice just sound angelic

Pull up on bitches like Michael Jack' and push out her pelvic

She gon' dive in it face first without no helmet

And damn, she don't, wanna look no type of way

But can't help it, I'm truly the man

Look what I do with a plan

Diamonds settin' whiter than the brightest of clue in the clan

I told her, "Sit in the Sun, you look brand new with a tan"

Your old nigga was broke, you look brand new with some bands

It's 2022 now, and judgin' by on the deal I struck in 2021

I probably won't need a new advance

They try to hold me back, but I've been out here skippin' steps like a ruined dance

Watchin' all the floors that you niggas flyin', the [?]

Oh, I

I ain't really been to the city so long

So long, I don't even know what's goin' on

Hoes gone and the good girls moved on

Old friends jealous and the feeling so strong

Oh, I'm

Comin' up short but the money so long

Old friends didn't get to laugh too long

Old hoes gone but I gotta move on

And the talk on road is

That I've been touchin' money, don't get down with all you funny niggas

The talk on road is

I ain't got no love for nobody that don't love me, no

The talk on road is

It's always gon' be something 'bout me whenever it's talk on road

Oh, it's talk on road, oh-oh