iphone-battery-fully-charged(Stop, stop, stop…
F*ck n*ggas gon’ be f*ck n*ggas
That’s why we never give a f*ck when a f*ck n*gga switched up)
I’m so sorry
Did you hope I was crying?
It was rough without you
It was rough without you

I did some charity today for the kids
But I’m used to it cause all y’all charity cases
All y’all stare in my face in hopes you could be the replacement
N*ggas is snitching on us without no interrogation
I stay silent ‘cause we at war and I’m very patient
Six God is watching, I just hope you’re prepared to face him
I’m charged up, I’m charged up

Wow, I’m honored that you think this is staged
I’m flattered man, in fact, I’m amazed
The perfect start to the summer, man this shi*t is a doozy
This sh*t a twist in the movie but don’t jump to conclusions
You boys are getting into your feelings on me
You should embrace it, this could be one of our realest moments
Okay the flow start to feel familiar, don’t it?
Must I remind you that Jimmy got 20 million on it
Need DJ Clue to drop a bomb on it
None of them want this sh*t more than I want it
I seen it all coming, knew they would push a button
Easter egg hunting, they gotta look for something
Done doing favors for people
Cause it ain’t like I need the money I make off a feature
I see you n*ggas having trouble going gold
Turning into some so and so’s that no one knows
But so it go
Come live all your dreams out at OVO
We gon’ make sure you get your bread and you know the ropes
I get a ring and I bring it home like I’m Corey Joe
No woman ever had me star struck
Or was able to tell me to get my bars up
I’m charged up
Oh no we eating, n*ggas ain’t about to starve us
Nah, n*ggas ain’t about to starve us
I’m charged up

I bought my n*ggas rollies off of Thank Me Later
While these boys was stanky legging
Trust me this information is vital
I’m trying to take the high road
I still got love for my idols
I got me a deal with Apple and I still feel entitled
Rumor has it, there’s something that only I know
Rumor has it, I steer the ship with my eyes closed
Rumor has it, I either f*cked her or never could
But rumor has it, hasn’t done you n*ggas any good
It’s sound, sound, sound ‘til the day I die
We going live to keep this sh*t alive
Cops are killing people with they arms up
And your main focus is tryna harm us?
And you think you ‘bout to starve us?
N*ggas ain’t about to starve us
Nah, I’m charged up

(Stop, stop, stop, stop….)
Have you seen me?
I’m doing so good
Everytime I leave
Oh, I’m so sorry
(F*ck niggas gon’ be fu*k niggas
That’s why we never give a f*ck when a f*ck nigga switched up)
You know, I kept it real
It ain’t too many real people out here
And people be on some weak b*tch *ss sh*t all day long
Industry people….regular people…
And then when you keep it real with people, they cross the line, take your kindness for weakness and that’s weak


About The Author

Bianca Alysse is a creatively driven Bronx-born writer and editor. Before becoming The Knockturnal‘s music editor she served as Latina‘s creative coordinator and was a contributor at Billboard. The Boricua scribe has a lengthy resume in the music industry and has penned for Universal Music Publishing Group, Epic Records, G.O.O.D. Music, Compound Entertainment, Artistry & Récords, and Arcade Creative Group. Her work has been seen on platforms like VIBE, mitú, TIDAL, Remezcla, and behind the scenes at New York Fashion Week. As an independent contractor, she has written for Sony Music Entertainment’s global business affairs department, Warner Music Group, and currently Roc Nation.

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