APT308 Lyrics

Yeah

Look, I got your text but I ain't get the message

You hit the town with your girls and now you talking reckless, broken records

I mean, who put them diamonds on your necklace

And who got all them gifts that you was checking on your checklist

You tell me, be a man

Like I ain't him

You tryna tell me that I'm lost

Girl I can't win

And you been tripping through my phone

It's ironic, you saying that you religious

Girl last night you did like eight sins

Yeah, you know you wilding

You blacking out like windows on the whip that I arrive in

I'm super styling

We get to chirping then you put your page on private

I ain't hating go ahead run up your mileage

I ain't tripping on it

Cause if your friend pass me a drink

You know I'm sipping on it

They say success the best revenge

And so I'm sitting on it

My mama told me I'm a star and now they wishing on it

Guess that's how it goes

And now you missing on it

Girl, shit even your friends knew what it was

They tried to tell you I'm the one

Like, girl don't ever fuck it up

And yeah you thought you had it

Now your checks ain't even sumn

I mean look at where I'm at

You dropped a hunnid for a dub

But I'm all surface

Know that I'm not perfect

I ain't go to church

Just to know this is Gods purpose

Me and all my dawgs move together

We all working

I'm feeling like LeBron

I done got the whole squad jerseys

The chip next though

You shoulda got a ring you Lala

I'm not Melo

I'm done hearing you blah, blah

I'm Tom Morello

The way I string together verses

Had me on a rope

I knew that we was never perfect

I still wanted hope

But you moved on and I'm cool with that

Just know I'm always moving forward

Never moving back

And since then I ain't get too attached

I'll leave this here for you to chew the facts

Now what you bout to do with that?