Is it too much to get a FaceTime

While I give my pillow some FaceTime

I mea-- I been working since the New Years resolution

I ain't got time to be chasing coochie

Thanking God I ain't been institutionlized

I just wanna chant and dance like hallelujah

But busy punching the clock like Wac Arnold

Busy In the booth spitting that hot fire now thats Dylon

Guess its just me myself and I on no island

No need to dry my eyes, cause I'm not crying

No need to check that line cause I'm not dialing

Im just trippin on what I’m missing on

Ya know, Its that time of the month

Spent too much time Factime with my blunts

Trying to stack it up

So a nigha don’t have to stunt

When I ride by know I bout it O miles off the concrete

Trying to tell them nighas that I’m hungry

Now why they trying to humble me

Sometimes you got to go at it alone

But thats hustlers ambition

Whatever I ain't got, I ain't missing

A nigha bought some shoes, I bought a nine

A nigha bought a grill, I bought a pound

A nigha out of town, I’m out of state

But still getting down

With the crackers and veienaa sausages on the plate

Still breaking bread

Still on they fucking head

Man I'm still on fucking beat

Its like I’m always preaching when I speak

Its like I always dot my i’s and cross t’s

Its like Im always in the front when I lead

Its like why I can't be no ordinary guy

All you ever wanted was some attention and some time

But I...

Man who the fuck am I

Who the fuck am I?

Is it too much

To get a FaceTime

While I give my pillow some FaceTime

I mean I been working

Since the new years resolution

I ain't got time to be chasing after coochie

Thanking God

I ain't in a institution lized

I just wanna chant and dance

Like hallelujah

But to busy hugging the block with my click

Like Fat Albert

Too busy up in some real shit

Like Mike Lowry

Bitches want to be the Kehlani

To my Kyrie

I dont fuck with too many nighas

They ain't Pippen or Rodman

They don’t belong on the team

Many lonely nights

I swear that I was on death row

Shit I gotta be Shug

When I’m pushing on petro

I got a couple dreams in my head

I can't let go

I be moving shit, I ain't gone stop

If Simon says so

Im living one life

The other life I gotta pay for

Gotta good heart

But got to make sure a nigha stable

I swear to God i ain't no mutha fucking angel

Got one in the chamber

Working a hundred different angles

Out here trying to make team mates out of strangers

I don’t give a fuck if its dangerous

I ain't gotta explain shit

Nighas on the same shit

Bitches on the same shit

Im trying to be rich

Fuck famous