Jazz Soul - Missed Calls Lyrics

I say my lil mama hate me
But my real mama love me
I'm always after my bag
Cuz I was born in the Duffey
Used to live by the swamp
Now these niggas is duckin
My girl angela Davis
Your girl more uncle ruckus
The rap niggas fakin
And the real niggas thuggin
I'm just quick to bacon
So I'm not with the huggin
Gotta hop out kitchen
Then I hop off porch
Right now I'm whippin a Kia
In a year it's a Porsche
3rd eye on the vision
And I'm glad that I'm focused
Still blurry I'm spinning
Guess that's all from the smoking
Take a loss but I'm winning
Cuz a nigga still breathing
You wanna go again
Please I'm just calling it even
So I leave and I'm smoking
So the loop is motion
Drive fast to the cookout
Cuz Its the only thing open
Old soul new pain
I think I need me a motrion
Old pic new frame
But it's really the same
My heart lost from its home
Now it's begging for change
I was stuck in my brain
A pink mold with a maze
I could get lost for days
And then I lost my ways
I got something to say
But what's the price that I'll pay
I'm tired of micro aggression
If there's room for confessions
Tired of black women dying
I'm tryina help with protection
Y'all wrote the 13th amendment
We gonna make some corrections
Or theirs room for destruction
There ain't no room for discussion
Got our finger on buttons
Had to be more specific
I'm gonna start the discussion
I don't care if you wit it
Bust back if you dissin
Unless you duck there's no missin
I got my niggas behind me
And there's more in the kitchen
The demons that follow
So I'm blocking they twitter
If I say that im ballin
Then they call double dribble
I earned all my stripes
And it ain't come with no whistle
If we run off the leash
They'll put my dogs in the kennel
(Switch) Throw a bitch a bone
Larry homes leave you comatose
Leave them rats alone
For cheese she'll gladly trap your soul
In the terradome
Wasting land on this lonely road
U need simmer down
Or skillet aiming at your throat
(Bang)
Don't tippy toe
No mistletoe
Kissin green
My self esteem
Is lower than cost of streams
But that's my dreams
Probably why I never sleep
Don't need those things
Keep the pump
It helps me breathe
Don't smoke the leaves
Had me fallin like a fiend
I feel like sting
But I'm pulling different strings
Don't need the space
But believe different beings
Just food for thought
I know your tired of eating wings
I'll let it sing
Beretta named Alicia keys
Something different for yo ears
While pastor preach
Learn from your mistakes
Or don't try to teach nigga