Truth be told, I'm a little older
A little colder, my shoulder
Is warming up but it's pretty slow
I'm getting closure and getting closer
To authenticity, my soul
Is a little ghostly when I approach her
When I approach her
Truth be told I don't go on socials
I'm not the focus, I'm vocal
But I don't know if I can
Really do too much by posting
It's just a go to, if I don't know you
I won't approach you
I won't approach you
Truth be told I don't think I've ever dated anyone
I was supposed to, not even close, you
Would think I got over, my church shit
Not even close, you would be surprised by
What you go through, when they disown you
And won't approach you
(You would be surprised, they won't approach you)
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Me and your babe twist up like two-strands
Think we invented a new dance
Check my mood ring
That shit say I'm too handsome
Swear that it's broke it don't say nun else
I don't go stealth no more
Look at my ass it's amazing, ain't it
Look at my ass, get amazing payments
Look at my ass, like it made a statement
Come on kick
Kick, kick, kick, kick
Come on kick
Kick, kick, kick, kick
I'm telling the truth huh
I''m telling the truth huh
You wanna get stupid huh
You wanna get stupid huh
I'm looking at you huh
I'm looking at you huh
I'm looking at you huh
I'm looking at you huh
Phone on DND, flow on TNT
Black owned business, all my bitches black as BET
100 milli that just TBD, back when Keisha was on EBT
Know a couple niggas wanna see me bleed
Bitch I see you as a lick lick lick lick lick lick
You can't get a split this ain't fucking make a wish, bitch
They sending the minnows to get up with a big fish
They ain't get the memo I turn em into fish sticks
Stacking for my kids kids kids kids kids kids
Ice Age on her wrist wrist wrist wrist
Rock a crazy fit, just to ball out at the quick trip
Somebody tell Santa I got AK's on my wish list
Bitch
I don't trust a soul, that's the truth be told
I don't trust a soul, mine will never be sold
Money make 'em fold on they moral code
Yeah my baby girl my bff this world is cold
