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paris ingram ii - 6am in valdosta lyrics

i’m just writing on some chill sh-t
sitting on the steps thinking about some millions
and fucc you n-gg-s, you ain’t gotta feel this
y’all be on that bullsh-t and i be spitting real sh-t (true)
i write best when i’m sober
n-gg- ion need no gas for this motor
ion even sound like i’m from florida
while y’all tryna ride waves
i’m just sitting at the border
and watching y’all all drown from the same sound
stop trying to pitch to me
when i’m on the mound
n-gg-s think they fly ball until they hit the ground
then come try to fucc with me cause i’m more renowned
man what’s wrong with these n-gg-s
i don’t wanna do no features or no songs with these n-gg-s (fr)
i’m tired of sitting quiet while i’m making them bigger
but i’m sharing all they sh-t so i don’t come off as bitter
empty liquor bottle from the night before
sometimes i wanna delete these notes and let it all go
but i keep having these visions of me in a ghost
and i keep telling myself that i can’t die broke
i keep having thoughts to myself
like when i get rich should i lend a hand to help
cl-ss in session yeah should i save em by the bell
or should i school all these n-gg-s as i let em all fail yeah
but it’s vibes so i gotta be the good guy
wasn’t with me bacc then
then i’m cutting ties
and they got they hand out like a pop quiz
but i can only pay myself when i pay t-thes
young god a missionary i’m heaven sent
just upped on the price on these n-gg-s like some late rent(x2) (gone)

gone, gone, gone…. i’m gone

- paris ingram ii lyrics

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