5k Flow - Holloway

Yeah

You wanna get hoes

I wanna get checks

Fresh out The Well

And I ain’t get wet

Niggas want respect

But never clocked in

Niggas claiming that they’re gonna release

But never locked in

Feel like I’m boxed

Inside of a maze

Been stressing for days

I feel the pressure and it’s headed my way

Niggas want my next project

I tell them it’s a process

They say that I’m a prophet

I don’t feel the same

I’m not perfect

At times I get out of line kind of

Trump can suck a dick

Not Donald but Teanna

I’m a problem child

In the eyes of a white man

But if I wear a suit and tie

And tell them that I’m light skin

I might be straight

If not, I got some shit upon my plate

I drink, I stress, I think, I meditate

My momma tell me it’s gon' be okay

She said baby it’s gon' be okay

Maybe it’ll be okay

Baby girl I had a good time

But no I can’t stay

Seems like the more I cum

The more you push me away

Blame it on my DNA

You see, I never learned properly

To love a woman

Therefore I awkwardly stray

It’s like I’m stuck in my ways

But yet I still try to find it

Ass so phat

That I still get behind it

Maybe I’m childish

Maybe I’m blinded

Maybe I should be reminded

About my set backs and dreams that I chase

Feeling like the devils right in my face

And trying to get me to play

I’m feeling tempted

But maybe if I pray then

I might be straight

If not, I got some shit upon my plate

I drink, I stress, I think, I meditate

My momma tell me it’s gon' be okay

She said baby it’s gon' be okay

Maybe it’ll be okay

You was my homie

Truth is, you barely even know me

Only hit me up favors, hoes

And bread that you still owe me

But slowly dog

I got to know the real you

You ain’t even got the juice

But yet you still pretend to

Used to defend you

Niggas threw dirt on your name

And sent you with hate

I was like «nah man, I know that he’s straight»

Eventually I realized

You was a bitch man

Found out my stick man

Was faker than the Sprint man

Now, if you ask me for shit

I wouldn’t give you a pot to piss

Nigga

You’ve been dismissed

I am not for the fake shit

All I need is family and God

To beat the odds

And if I got it then

I might be straight

If not, I got some shit upon my plate

I drink, I stress, I think, I meditate

My momma tell me it’s gon' be okay

She said baby it’s gon' be okay