CHEATING Lyrics

I know you don't think it's okay

To roll in whenever the fuck you want

Do you know what the fuck time it is?

It's 3 o clock in the fucking morning Biggie

Where the fuck you been?

I been at home all fucking day with this baby

You gone leave me over here?

No text, no call, no nothing

Your phone don't fucking work?

What bitches you got on your phone?

Come on let me see your fucking phone

Look

She think I'm cheating

I'm just off the market…

Out late after hours

Trappin different products

Multiple streams

I'm seeing different profits

Feeling like a prophet

Cause I told Em How

And now I really got it…

In the books it be hidden

Like lost scriptures

We used to just pour liquor

Still do but we just Richer…

Smoking weed on the balcony

While I write this…

Think bout my Mama

I know that she gone like this

Stop comparing your progress

To other people

You know that's the greatest

Thieve to joy

Boy oh boy

I pulled up to the crib

In something Vicious

Dodge hate that's malicious

Content I ain't feeling

I'm just a nigga

Tryna restore that feeling

Of the first time you heard

Your favorite Rapper that's dope

And the kids yeah I fill em with hope

Treat me like I'm the pope

They hang themselves

If you give em the rope

You stay out late

With your friends….

(Already heard that)

You fucked a bitch

In your Benz…

(What's on yo mind)

Feel like you ain't been faithful

Always out chasing paper…

And you got no time for me

Thought that I was ya baby

Wasn't cheating shit

Just on my hustle on my grind

Wasn't cheating just…

I got a lot that's on my mind

We need to sit down

And have a conversation

And figure out the way

That we gon make it

Check it

Another day

That's a another dollar..

I'm making plans

Niggas poppin bottles…

Spend all they time

Tryna fuck models…

Seen shorty get his brains blown out

He tried to holla at another nigga BM

Then he get popped

So dismembered

It shocked the neighborhood

It got hot, bout a hundred one gunshots..

Sounded like fireworks

When they rang out

I had to change routes…

Stuck in the hood

Ain't the plan now

I need to get out

I'm locked in

Ain't no toning me down

I'm so committed to the grind

Yo baby girl I need to figure it out

I come home and put some shit in ya mouth

Honestly I'm not fucking with

All the questioning

Tryna check all my messages

Wondering who I'm texting

Business what I'm investing in

You really whyling

This shit is high key childish…

Like you always searching

For a problem

You stay out late

With your friends….

(Already heard that)

You fucked a bitch

In your Benz…

(What's on yo mind)

Feel like you ain't been faithful

Always out chasing paper…

And you got no time for me

Thought that I was ya baby

Wasn't cheating shit

Just on my hustle on my grind

Wasn't cheating just…

I got a lot that's on my mind

We need to sit down

And have a conversation

And figure out the way

That we gon make it