Scary Hours 2 Captions

Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsense

Speakin' out of context, people need some content

Haven't fallen off yet, yee

Come with a classic, they come around years later and say it's a sleeper

Proof is in the progress, money's not a object

The earrings are real, the petty is real, might charge my ex for a feature

But soon as I started confessin' my sins, he wouldn't believe us

I'm in love, I'm in love with two girls at one time

I got sins on my mind

Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life

I got M's, got a lot of M's on my mind

Heart just turned purple, three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle

You just found a bottle with the messages

These days, fame is disconnected from excellence

Half the time, I gotta ask people what they profession is

Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live

They all say they love me, but they hardly know me

And my city love me like DeMar DeRozan

If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it

Used to say I had it 'fore I got it, now I got it all

I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it

Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix

My crib look bigger through my son's eyes

Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time 'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time

Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it

Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya

Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt

My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills

Your albums like some mothafuckin' fire drills

It's like this shit feels real, but it's never real

Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise

I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'

I'm makin' a change today

The liquor been takin' the pain away

That's kinda like givin' your fame away

A boss is a role that I've grown into

I love you to death but I told you the truth

Soon as you give 'em your soul You blow up and they say you're sellin' your soul

Weezy had handed it off, I still got no fumbles

I'm in the Wynn, a million in chocolate chips And that's just how my cookie crumble

I put a skirt on a whip and a crown on the six But there's no need to dress up the numbers

I'm movin' way too humble