Track #54 (feat. Hemp Sgt.)

I was never called
I was never needed
You brought me down
Was so conceited
You told me lies
And I believed it
Don't say I'm wrong
Now that I'm leaving
You shot me down
And said I'm tweaking
Well now you down
I left you weeping
You look a mess
Like are you sleeping?
Still confused
Here's another reason
Crossed me once
Then you did it twice
So you ain't wrong
It's just bet aight

Girl you beautiful
So unusual
I could take you out that office
Out that cubicle
Baby girl I'm the man
Who you should call
It could be one night or two nights
Or three nights or four
All I know is I see you
And the room becomes yours
Yeah we started at the bottom
Bout to hit the top floor
Niggas say I'm holding out
Like I need to drop more
I been rapping for a year
And this is track 54
I been trapping for some years
Empty the bag and pick up more
I need to ash it hit the floor
I get racks
But I give more
You flip jacks
And I flip stores
I pop tags
And you pop whores

Secure the bag
Hit the store
Let me show you
Lil whore
Hemp Sergeant (sounds like ooo)
I thought I had your love
I see now I was wrong
Yeah I was faded gone
But now I'm better strong
They can secure the feeling
But you can not kill me
If you feel the hurt bitch
Then you gotta feel me
I gotta know shawty fine
And she ain't really mine
But baby she fuck with me
The way that she fuck with me
We be committing crimes
We be comparing rhymes
Might meet her in New York
But she jus moved to the chi
Shawty be really so fly
Shopping in London
She snap me from Paris
And if you coming for good
I know you hoping
The future will pair us
Tripped on a couple of tabs
So you can say
It already prepared us
I know you like me the best
Plus I'm the best
Hating they jealous

Girl you beautiful
So unusual
I could take you out that office
Out that cubicle
Baby girl I'm the man
Who you should call
It could be one night or two nights
Or three nights or four
All I know is I see you
And the room becomes yours
Yeah we started at the bottom
Bout to hit the top floor
Niggas say I'm holding out
Like I need to drop more
I been rapping for a year
And this is track 54
I been trapping for some years
Empty the bag and pick up more
I need to ash it hit the floor
I get racks
But I give more
You flip jacks
And I flip stores
I pop tags
And you pop whores

I am so addicted
Stomach hurt, itching
That's when we don't see each other
Feel something missing
Need a prescription
Your love gets me lifted
It paints me an image
It's us till the finish
You got my chain, we in the rain
But we posted
You give me that brain
It feel insane, we drink mimosas
And it's hard for me, but I don't care if you a smoker
At least just be my lil roller
See my money
And you wilding out
Like damn my man
Really ballin now
You the only one
I'm calling out
I don't care
Had a falling out
Tell me where you at
And I'm on my route
Niggas ain't getting no money
Niggas sitting on the couch
22 In my pockets
And it's sitting in a pouch
I got niggas that hold it down
Kevin Gates I let em vouch
Need a drink
And I get doused
Need a freak
And not a spouse
That's just for tonight
That's what I'm about
Either way whatever happen
I'ma turn yo ass out
Sundress, no panties
Bend you over, ass out
Got a pound it's bagged out
Bitch I'm on the cash route
Niggas can't tell me shit
But tell me what that bag bout