Use To

Backseat of an altima.

Cruising eight years ago, togetha'.

Me and my conscience.

Looking at the stars impressions.

Hence, the god like persona.

Learn that in the arena.

If life didn't clap I wouldn't be in speakers.

I'd probably be another underachiever.

Talking shit but I'm no jealous body.

Chalking hits up is my only hobby.

If I'm jelly of anybody it was to make you feel cocky.

Hated seeing you treat yourself like mediocrity.

Enough said I'm a good friend.

That's why I'm in bed with a good pen.

Sometimes, it don't ever work out.

I get it, so there's no doubt.

But I'm stuck, ain't this the way you wanted it?

Shit, I made up my mind.

Ammm, without ya'll I'll be fine.

 

I use to love you, you know.

But after dark I had to tote that oozy.

I figured you felt that you used me.

I use to love you, you know.

 

 

I had a dream the scene was illuminated.

I stepped in grab the mic all the fear evaporated.

It was such a blessing, the crowd was lit.

I admit what you expect from a goddess, I had to spit.

I'm not only a moving bodice, I come deadly.

Cloaked in my energy.

Might make my opponents meek.

I got the substance it's obsolete .

But diamonds and gold is all that these hittas wanna hold.

And I wanna hold their heads on a plate.

Then eat them like shrimp on a stake they won't contemplate.

Okay, I'll give and take just for bums to alleviate.

If rappers rap better than this,

and I can't assists, and if the don't make me pissed.

I'll rethink if the game needs a bitch.

So hittas get your recollectives.

Real G's now is selective.

The artistes I see is Biggie, Tupac, Kendrick, Nas,

Joey Badass, J. Cole, Rocky, fuck it and the whole A$AP Mob.

 

 

I use to love you, you know.

But after dark I had to tote that oozy.

I figured you felt that you used me.

I use to love you, you know.