Wall III ft. Chris The Composer Lyrics

I have been failing every single day

That's all I do is try and fail, try and fail

It's just

Uh, new drip, had to show it off, all hunnids too crisp

Really all in all, just a bunch of blue chips

Got your broad in a thong, pulling up her new dress

I remember she was super rude to the kid

Talking we was back in high school, she was pressed

Maybe it was due to the mood she was in, cause I'm swooping again

I told this bitch to bring her two friends, talking Ashley and Mandy, and maybe even Natalie

I got a couple rubbers and some covers in my backseat

I brought a couple hunnids, make her run and get her plan B

She drop it like it's nothing yeah she bus it, rubber-band me

All I ever had was a vision and a plan B

Had to go and get it cause them bitches couldn't stand me

Had to go and get it, there was nothing that could hand me

I ran and I ran, cause I know what I can be

I'm chilly like a cold breeze, sitting in the Oak Tree

Plotting out the whole thing, bitches didn't know me

Gifted on her both knees, didn't want to proceed

I be spitting poetry

Y'all should listen closely, tired of the hoe speech

Tell me what you hoes think

Scientific rhymes so divine, how my flow sinks

Right into the drums, feel the vibrations

Run a mile, ain't nun, because I ain't one

Yeah, little gas in the tank, but I can make it work

Yeah, it's a little gas in the tank, but I can make it work

Yeah, name somebody do it like this

I can eat them up until it's not a bone left

Yeah, name somebody do it like this

I tried to holler at them, but them hoes all left

Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah

Mind over flow, Prolly won't pick up the phone

They was out talking, didn't ever listen

They ain't do no walking, I was in the kitchen

Tryna make commas, all about a million

We was going get it, no matter how they pitchin, dog

Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah

Like, no matter how they pitching dog

Mind over flow, prolly won't pick up the phone

Look, mama had the problems, I was gon fix them

Daddy alcoholic, I was gon blitz him

All we know is balling, we don't do no bitchin'

Ya'll was on some drama, we was on a mission

Cooking shit up, you could call it a kitchen

Don't see what we see, you need a prescription

I want them commas right next to that digit

We gon' get it, believe in a million

Look, got a sweatshirt in my closet

2019, last time I rocked it

We was on 10 with the options

Phonics, I was trying to make a damn profit

Honey haired hoe with a locket

Blew my whole plan up like a rocket

Fuck what's ever in my wallet

Nonsense, girl, I just wanna see you drop it

Pop it, lock it, bitch, go bop it

run around with me and I can take you shopping

Fool around with me because I know you want it

How the fuck its me that this hoe keep calling?

Cause I be looking at her in those two-piece outfits

Rotating her waist all around it

Dopamine rain dance, tickling my brainstem

Fuck it, do your thing, then, Mano ain't complaining

Cinderelly, Cinderelly, take off that dress and I'll get the confetti

We can make movies like if you get silly

And put on that hoodie like if you get chilly

Okay, nothing ever lasts like it should though

I ain't tripping anymore, she was a good hoe

Sometimes I put that thing back on and reminisce about the days that I showed you off

I showed you off, yeah

I showed you off, yeah

I showed you off, yeah

I was turned on, she was turned off

Then she went and left me out, now

End of story

Said end of story

Fuck that cause I'm right back in it

Open up your mouth, I'll start cutting like a dentist

I'ma keep eating till the whole thing finished

I'ma go and get it till the bros all winnin'

I'ma light it up, you know bro don't miss it

Blowing through the beat like I'm bulldozing it

Go and get your coat, it's a cold, cold winter, said

Go and get your bro, go and throw him to the ripper

Moving through the cool blue water of the river

Thought I saw a light, it was hardly a flicker

Can't fuck with him, no that boy go sicker than the virus

That fucked up his life and left him inside

No tears left to cry, I get it in fives

I get it in tens and I get it in twenties

I get it in hundreds

These stupid motherfuckers think I don't run it

(They Think I don't run it)

Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah

Mind over flow, Prolly won't pick up the phone

They was out talking, didn't ever listen

They ain't do no walking, I was in the kitchen

Tryna make commas, all about a million

We was going get it, no matter how they pitchin, dog

Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah

Like, no matter how they pitching dog

Mind over flow, prolly won't pick up the phone

mama had the problems, I was gon fix them

Daddy alcoholic, I was gon blitz him

All we know is balling, we don't do no bitchin'

Ya'll was on some drama, we was on a mission