Call Me Later

Sorry I sent you to voicemail. Cuz I can’t be distracted while I’m trying to prevail. I’m doing so well. Got all these features and volumes in my cell. You tell me to go to hell. But I’m it’s model citizen. Toast with cinnamon. Adverbs and synonyms. Ad libs i be killing them. And busting them out like hat tricks. Your song titles are built like an asterisk. Master strategist. Back to rapping them. You thought volume one was the deadline hell nah. It’s far from it. Got two more projects in my dungeon. In case y’all were wondering. I got about 38 song written and finished. But never put a beat to it yet. Cuz with all the pent up anger and emotion. I use my lyrics to cause commotion

Call me later. I am busy. Trying to escape reality. Called you back and got no answer. Call me later. Call me. Later

Everyone knows how I flow. But I can’t help but lose my control. When I get behind the microphone. And just explode. With lyrics and feelings. Drama and mystery. Giving my fans joy speaking about my misery. Shoot the .50 into the sky. Hood fireworks, 4th of July. I just got bored and started talking my shit. Who knows doing it would be so lit. 100k plays without having to pay. For a promotion. But I have to give thanks. Go my man mastering. SP you the homie. Just know trees and bad bitches coming with me. Next time I pull up to the scene. Because this is my city so fuck everyone else. I’m putting this city on the map. By spitting real life and facts. Not turnin on backs. Not sneak dissin. But before you think I’ll drop some names. Don’t forget who’s song this is in the first place

Call me later. I am busy. Trying to escape reality. Called you back and got no answer. Call me later. Call me. Later