Stay by me

I said I'm tired of the fake love

My head spinning

Exotics when I'm rolling up I'm rarely in my feelings

Get some guidance from my momma she can surely clear the vision

We grinding from the bottom we just tryna push the ceiling

And cop a crib

Add some acres

I'm looking for some peace I prolly take it to Jamaica

These hoes pick and choose so it's clear I'll never save em

That's just the way it goes just be sure to stack ya paper

And wait for later

Just keep on pacing