Not Taking Calls Lyrics

That shit's out of my hands

Fuck it, I'm not takin' any more calls, I don't wanna talk

I'm at the beach with my feet in the sand what more could you want

They think I'm angry, honestly, I just like bein' alone believe it or not

Won't get a response if I gotta make a point more than once

It's not a debate, we're not the same runnin' this shit like it's 96

I swear I was born too late, all the shit I ever did but never took pics, so they think my story's are fake

Almost went death row, before Members Only

Nothin' but love for the gang it's really been a long road and I never gave it away

If this is my last, I gave it my all, that's all I can say

I'll never have to wonder what it could've been and that's more than you could say

I'm lettin it go, if I really tried, the ones at my level could never keep up, it just isn't fair

I've been holdin' back, when I'm in my bag I feel like I'm walkin' on air

South Florida guinea, like Skinny Joey, I would rather him and Snuff give me their stamp

Fuck all the Hollywood shit I would take bein' broke, than bein' owned by them

L.G. got the green button as long as you kiss the ring on his hand

But shit, I'm sayin' too much, and that shit's out of mine

Fuck it, I'm not takin' any more calls, I don't wanna talk

I'm at the beach with my feet in the sand, what more could you want

They think I'm angry, honestly, I just like bein' alone believe it or not

Won't get a response if I gotta make a point more than once

Questionin' me like I'm the one who flawed out

My pen is elite, if I wanted I could make you feel it, so what does that say about me

Havin' a kill shot loaded up, but keepin' it tucked in my jeans

When you've been doin' nothin' but aimin' at me

Gunnin' for me, then runnin' from me you're lucky I stay high

Otherwise, I'd be more inclined and more motivated to make sure you stop breathin

Hunt you like open season, feel like Tyreek, "The Cheetah"

Watchin' my ex get a ring while I kick it in South Beach, fuck it I didn't need her

Lie to myself cause I stay in my feelings, but I don't get mad anymore I get even

Wrong people takin' my bars too serious I don't know why we're not even beefin

I wouldn't waste my time on you, even if I had nothin' to do

Bro really thinks we're equals, be realistic, talk about havin' an ego

Trips to New York to visit some people, phones in a bowl when we're havin' our meetings

I don't wanna take any chances I wear my clothes baggy so you can't see the heater

If I make it now, the route that I took will only be sweeter, ya better believe it

I'm not takin' any more calls, just leave me alone