Whattup Ma, what's going on? I see you over here pecking on your iPhone
I came over here to heckle is your mind strong
I stay running into chicks with their mind gone
Brothers like me get stuck in the friend zone and ya'll wonder why you're always getting effed over
I ain't trying to eat another mans leftovers. I'm soul food but damn sure Kosher
I refuse not to be myself just to get a chick, running around fronting like I'm Benedict
Relationship once you get in it, you lose your soul mind gone out the door
Tired of seeing my homies unhappy, he ain't gunning for you, he fell in love with the nappy
I want to see my homeboys be well, not lost in translation with some evil ass female
Yes sir I'm picky, ain't down for no hickeys
Keep them bite marks to yourself ma, I need a lady in the streets true to self ma
Knows when and when not to snap on these fools
Everybody has that one friend, where his main mission is to get it in
Looks at you like a degenerate because you stay in your lane and don't stoop to games
I'm on a higher level of consciousness
The bravest men fear my lyrical context
Put the mirror to your face you might see a monster, true student of the game I'm not a foster
A banging body don't make you a dime, a snotty attitude you ain't even a nine
When I spit I want to see what's on you mind, picky for sure just letting you know
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Whattup Ma, what's going on? I see you over here pecking on your iPhone
I came over here to heckle is your mind strong
I stay running into chicks with their mind gone
Brothers like me get stuck in the friend zone and ya'll wonder why you're always getting effed over
I ain't trying to eat another mans leftovers. I'm soul food but damn sure Kosher
I refuse not to be myself just to get a chick, running around fronting like I'm Benedict
Relationship once you get in it, you lose your soul mind gone out the door
Tired of seeing my homies unhappy, he ain't gunning for you, he fell in love with the nappy
I want to see my homeboys be well, not lost in translation with some evil ass female
Yes sir I'm picky, ain't down for no hickeys
Keep them bite marks to yourself ma, I need a lady in the streets true to self ma
Knows when and when not to snap on these fools
Everybody has that one friend, where his main mission is to get it in
Looks at you like a degenerate because you stay in your lane and don't stoop to games
I'm on a higher level of consciousness
The bravest men fear my lyrical context
Put the mirror to your face you might see a monster, true student of the game I'm not a foster
A banging body don't make you a dime, a snotty attitude you ain't even a nine
When I spit I want to see what's on you mind, picky for sure just letting you know
I came over here to heckle is your mind strong
I stay running into chicks with their mind gone
Brothers like me get stuck in the friend zone and ya'll wonder why you're always getting effed over
I ain't trying to eat another mans leftovers. I'm soul food but damn sure Kosher
I refuse not to be myself just to get a chick, running around fronting like I'm Benedict
Relationship once you get in it, you lose your soul mind gone out the door
Tired of seeing my homies unhappy, he ain't gunning for you, he fell in love with the nappy
I want to see my homeboys be well, not lost in translation with some evil ass female
Yes sir I'm picky, ain't down for no hickeys
Keep them bite marks to yourself ma, I need a lady in the streets true to self ma
Knows when and when not to snap on these fools
Everybody has that one friend, where his main mission is to get it in
Looks at you like a degenerate because you stay in your lane and don't stoop to games
I'm on a higher level of consciousness
The bravest men fear my lyrical context
Put the mirror to your face you might see a monster, true student of the game I'm not a foster
A banging body don't make you a dime, a snotty attitude you ain't even a nine
When I spit I want to see what's on you mind, picky for sure just letting you know
Writer: Michael Livingston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid