Post Im Alone Lyrics

Wondering why you ran off, wondering why you always reject me

Wondering why I can't talk wondering why I can't love correctly

I'm wondering why I'm the answer to all of your problems you still try to test me

I'm all bout my gwala my feelings forgot em I'm calling the waiter like check please

All of these bitches they sweat me, you the only one I want next to me

None of em worthy all of them know that I'm dripping this juice like it's fresh squeezed

Could've been lit but you gone, now I run shit on my own

Running through all of these zips cuz at the top is where I belong

Yea the top is where I belong, but its strange cuz I feel alone

Shawty she hit me while I'm on the block post I feel like Malone

It's crazy sometimes when I'm writing my rights I still feel like I'm doing wrong

My niggas don't like to go fishing but they got them poles

Yea they do the most, I'm bout to get in my bag and get ghost

I am the one that the women approach, I'm getting my bread while I ride with the toast

My foot on they neck and they just stepping stones

Reppin collectin and making investments and put all that money back into my home

Went through depression and built up aggression now I just let it all out on a song

I put my heart on my sleeve ima wear it, I put my heart on the pad ima tear it

Niggas they hate me but I cannot hear it, I put this beat in a coffin I buried it

I'm like Mariah the money I carry it, I'm so underground I feel like I'm Harriet

Don't put me in front of the niggas i'm better than, Call me a goat in the league I'm a Veteran

Too many rappers I think that I'm better than, Wearing my pride on my sleeve like a Letterman

Get to the throne and I think Ima settle in, Still smoke a O pass a blunt to my brethren

Give me the crown I'm the king of my settlement, nobody perfect I'm close as there ever Been

All this fake gold got me outta my element, Don't believe these rappers' lies cuz they Prevelent

You listen to all of my woes, you be there when I feel alone

Maybe I need to complain about hoes, say to you what I can't say to my bros

Sometimes I swerve spin outta control, Maybe I'm doing shit they don't condone

I know that the message I'm relaying is strong but I'm giving thanks to my microphone