Should've Called Songtext
von Jimi Tents
Should've Called Songtext
Look
I'm depressed and faded
Evil combination
When your hearts at war
Middle finger up and I
Don't give a fuck
Cause you could bet you ain't getting
Love no more, no love lost.
No less, no more
Back when they was sleeping on me
Ain't slept, no snore
You know what's for sure?
And we can make a bet
Your last name'll never be moore
No more, give a nigga two years
You gon' shed a few tears
When you see me up inside that
Panamera four door, you gon' be sick
When I'm pushing V12's
And you riding on the L
Just to take the B6
Chivalry's dead
But it once lived in me
I'm guessing that
Cupid didn't want it to be
I'm done with this flow
And it's slow. Can't you see?
I'm sorry I spit that like most you MCs
But to the. Topic at hand
Same trife shorty
Gave top to my mans
And had the nerve to ask
If I'm dropping them bands
On marant's, that she know she finna
Cop from the fam, man I'm on a roll.
No honor roll, I swear
These gold diggers be on a roll
Her new man gotta Mercedes-Benz
But I don't wanna be your knight
In shining armorall and I...
And I
Should've called this one out early
Should've called this one away
Ain't too late to get it straight
Everything's gon' be okay
Break the road and pave the way
Moving like a locomotive
Rolling should've told em "hey!"
Should've called this one away.
It's hit or miss when I spit
Pissed off at glimpse of this life
That I picked, ticked off
Getting bugged by the time
I constrict, like a snake in the grass
If you fake, get erased from my past-
Tense from the moments that'll make Me a man, Content at the moment
I should take me a camp
My consent at the moment
Is what makes me a champ
So these simple minded niggas
Try to phase me but can't
They say my music isn't sellable
They're sailing on that bullshit
I rather sell em syllables instead
Of sell em bullshit, ain't even at my
Pinnacle of penning all this good shit
Depending on my penmanship
My is now a full clip, so pussy nigga
Ask me for a verse and catch a bullet
AR-15, when I spit a 16
Split spleens leaning and shit
Now your fanbase and record label
Screaming shit
Got every song I'm making
Is meaning to hit, got every hater like
"What you mean it's a hit?" Goddamn
Damn, can a nigga kick it?
Rob van dam, Til A&Rs back flipping
Doing handstands to my damn jams
Oh, you jelly? Yeah I know
Your shit too plain
I propeller with flow, got everybody Like. Will he fail, will he blow?
But only time'll tell I'm getting better
As I grow, now these rappers say they.
They should've called this one out Early, should've called this one away
It's too late to get it straight
Everything won't be okay
We break the road and pave the way
Moving like a locomotive rolling
Should've told em "hey!"
Should've called this one away
They should've.
I'm depressed and faded
Evil combination
When your hearts at war
Middle finger up and I
Don't give a fuck
Cause you could bet you ain't getting
Love no more, no love lost.
No less, no more
Back when they was sleeping on me
Ain't slept, no snore
You know what's for sure?
And we can make a bet
Your last name'll never be moore
No more, give a nigga two years
You gon' shed a few tears
When you see me up inside that
Panamera four door, you gon' be sick
When I'm pushing V12's
And you riding on the L
Just to take the B6
Chivalry's dead
But it once lived in me
I'm guessing that
Cupid didn't want it to be
I'm done with this flow
And it's slow. Can't you see?
I'm sorry I spit that like most you MCs
But to the. Topic at hand
Same trife shorty
Gave top to my mans
And had the nerve to ask
If I'm dropping them bands
On marant's, that she know she finna
Cop from the fam, man I'm on a roll.
No honor roll, I swear
These gold diggers be on a roll
Her new man gotta Mercedes-Benz
But I don't wanna be your knight
In shining armorall and I...
And I
Should've called this one out early
Should've called this one away
Ain't too late to get it straight
Everything's gon' be okay
Break the road and pave the way
Moving like a locomotive
Rolling should've told em "hey!"
Should've called this one away.
It's hit or miss when I spit
Pissed off at glimpse of this life
That I picked, ticked off
Getting bugged by the time
I constrict, like a snake in the grass
If you fake, get erased from my past-
Tense from the moments that'll make Me a man, Content at the moment
I should take me a camp
My consent at the moment
Is what makes me a champ
So these simple minded niggas
Try to phase me but can't
They say my music isn't sellable
They're sailing on that bullshit
I rather sell em syllables instead
Of sell em bullshit, ain't even at my
Pinnacle of penning all this good shit
Depending on my penmanship
My is now a full clip, so pussy nigga
Ask me for a verse and catch a bullet
AR-15, when I spit a 16
Split spleens leaning and shit
Now your fanbase and record label
Screaming shit
Got every song I'm making
Is meaning to hit, got every hater like
"What you mean it's a hit?" Goddamn
Damn, can a nigga kick it?
Rob van dam, Til A&Rs back flipping
Doing handstands to my damn jams
Oh, you jelly? Yeah I know
Your shit too plain
I propeller with flow, got everybody Like. Will he fail, will he blow?
But only time'll tell I'm getting better
As I grow, now these rappers say they.
They should've called this one out Early, should've called this one away
It's too late to get it straight
Everything won't be okay
We break the road and pave the way
Moving like a locomotive rolling
Should've told em "hey!"
Should've called this one away
They should've.
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