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Conversations, I've been waiting to have 'em Tryna change the way I speak so that they don't feel so challenged Can you see the inconsistency? Come feel the imbalance I can tell you either way, yeah, all that shit's a distraction I can tell you either way, yeah, all that shit's a distraction They have no compassion, they're following fashion Yeah, I'm not involved, take me out of the caption Don't fit in a box, I fit in a mansion Can you imagine? You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram Wake up in the morning, money's on my mind Yeah, I keep on yawning 'cause I'm tired from the high I've been doing this all week, I ain't even had no sleep Mama's out here calling me Like, "Amira, that bill is due next week" Thinking, what am I gonna do? Think it's cool but it just won't do Considering things that I won't ever do My mind's racing, sending rockets to the moon Now I'm chasing rockers to the moon Letras de cancionesChasing cloud nine too soon everyday But I'ma watch them fade away, so sad Can you imagine? You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram I want no name, no fame No chain, on my wrist, no watch, no bangle Don't want a pic, nah fam, I'm a shambles Don't want shots like a roman candle That stress there, man can't handle A few real friends, yeah, just a handful That disappear, don't care Reappear out the mist, yeah, like still bangles Yeah, I don't care When they need me I'm always there When I need them, they're live on set When I need them, they're live So big them up When I was broke, they picked man up You're on smoke Don't fizz man up for no joke They'll kick man up Run out door style, fix man up I said You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram (always for the gram, yeah Always for the gram Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam) You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram From Letras Mania