Fuck 'Em All

Don't tell me you my homie but when I was out there solely

With them niggas who were so deep you were home plucking ash

I remember the same homies had told me I'm really stupid for going all by my lonely while they was home fucking ass

You know them bitches you be posing with holding 'em like they bae the same bitch

I bent over and all she know is my name

Now you mad cause I'm closer to shortie you in my face

But whatchu mad for?

Shortie won't give you the time of day

You in her ear tryna press her and show her you tryna play

And then you talking bout me saying I'm hoeing and call me gay

You got her thinking eli out there he roaming and running game

When I'm really in my home I'm writing and growing fame