over influence

Turn my back to the wall
You can't get me here
The room is sharp
I won't be your shield
There's holes in your heart
I can't be your fill
Not no more, no more

Yeah, he stumbled on a wife, so I stumbled on a M
No ID, how I knew a nigga heard
Box full, so I know a nigga hurt
Got stiff, had to hit him with the
Sir, we all get a path, some nigga choose dirt
Nigga did me dirt, now I don't trust a BM
Got me moving money in Rimowas on the weekend
I became a skeptic when I moved it out the pelican
Never take advice from a nigga I know better than
Love it like a son, we got different baby mothers
If I don't watch her, she gon' slight me undercover
I don't trust a blanket, only slightly under covers
Room get cold to a bitch too cold
Hate so lame, shit talk get old
You bitches funky, you bitches mold
Y'all mind these nigga and do what you told
I would never let a weak minded bitch in my home
Huh?

I can't be your fill

Y'all PC OD, y'all some Overtons
I got PTSD from these overages
I was young when I got out them brokerages
I got set up one time, I ain't over it
Had to walk out that house with a broken rib
Had to get myself together, ain't perfect yet
Time came, still feel I ain't worth it yet
I be wrapping up days they ain't workin' yet
Pop hoes in they mouth, y'all pop Percocets
I heard an unknown body saying I'm soft
Know an unknown nigga like to peel bitches off
I be holding out the ring like: I could tell 'em hold off
Hold on? Okay, calm down? Okay
When you move ill, they gon' study your
Make fun of your accent then mimic your (Huh)
Foot on they forehead, then scrape it like (Ugh)

The older I get, more healing I feel
Can trace back to source, why you don't know what's real
I feel your momma was jealous or worked all the time
Daddy was gone, nigga played with your mind
Childhood sheltered, so teenage years zealous
I know life tough and most crack under pressure
Talk out your neck 'cause you lackin' correction
Deep down you just need some loving correctly, well

I am not the bitch to do it
Fuck with something safe, screw it
They know the curve of my dick
Study that, call it influence
You should be focused on self
Instead of the way that I use it
You'd be lucky if I slapped you in the face with it
Better known than the bitch that blew it
Huh

Turn my back to the wall
You can't get me here
The room is sharp
I won't be your shield
There's holes in your heart
I can't be your fill
Not no more, no more