I'm willing to make you mine, love You've been indecisive lately, I'm willing to make you mine, love Know we all been through things in the past that make it difficult to even trust It's too late for you to think that I don't want you around I be in the streets, I'm in control right now Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town Look, I'm brass and throw that plaque and your soul piped out I never judge you for your past, I just want my turn with you You know that I'm turned with you, I'm a big ol' Muslim I can have multiple wives and concubines Monogamy, monotony Ain't gon' work with you, way that I'm living, it work different My love, come with a career attached, I can't love everybody It don't cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me I put my ex on and she left me, and now she for everybody I can't let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody Yeah, okay, can't love you til' I love myself Don't hug me, I'll hug myself But the smoke don't help, uh, yeah, okay High, go down and I miss you again High, go down and I, again Typed up texts I ain't never gon' see Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself I can't, cause when I get drunk, I won't, cause I know myself Yeah, okay, high, go down and I miss you again High, go down and I, again Typed up texts I ain't never gon' see Couple shots in, reminiscing on the times I wish we could do it again Tryin' to hit your block, but I'm on the burner again Lookin' on your page twice, I even be checkin' your friends Started questionin' myself like, this ain't never gon' end I'm never gon' bend, bust some racks about the rapper again I just had to put a rap on the Benz They can never catch me lackin' again When I think of you, I think of revenge That's the reason I be fuckin' your friends I don't think that I could love you again You be fuckin' around with too many men Okay, can't love you til' I love myself Don't hug me, I'll hug myself But the smoke don't help, uh, yeah, okay High, go down and I miss you again High, go down and I, again Typed up texts I ain't never gon' see Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself I can't, cause when I get drunk, I won't, cause I know myself Yeah, okay, high, go down and I miss you again High, go down and I, again Typed up texts I ain't never gon' see I'm in the back of the bank and I'm countin' a fetty I'll shoot you a text when I'm ready Still on the road, I'm goin' from show to a show I'm movin' from telly to telly I met a girl in Brooklyn, I think I'ma marry her I got that shit straight out the deli All of my industry friends is turnin' our fate I'm fuckin' around, turnin' the melee No new friends, no, you are not my homie AP, two-tone, bust down, I ain't got no rollie Fuck the streets, hate the streets, no police They took my brodie Catfish on the grind, too elite These hoes on the door be fake Photoshop, mix the Henny with the soda pop I sit back and observe, cause I don't talk much But I know a lot Told my bitch it curb She said she do, but I know she not This rap for the birds I'ma get a Henny, then I'm goin' pop