[Produced by: Omen & Ron Gilmore]
[Intro]
Ooh give me that
Ooh give me that
[Verse 1]
When the night time came I was plotting out flows
Poking hard, they're feeling bitter as I'm chopping down hoes
She's fireman, finna drop down poles
Shaq in his prime as I'm knocking down goals
Riding on the F-train, headed to the city
All up in Jamaica, Queens, looking for some titties
Always in the friend zone, tell you all the stories
Stories I depend on
p**y get me high, get me trunk and I been gone
Got your hips on the floor, grip on your throat
Got your lips on my chord, through this bliss I just pour
Stress and express
Working three jobs, can a king manifest
Something better for myself, the only thing that help
You the one I depend on
Tired of being broke, putting change in the coinstar
Think I lost my mind, I done been gone
Back up in the Chi sorta feeling like I failed
Turn Down King took a turn down hill
Grown a** man back living with his grandma
When the tour stops, life on standby
Finna disappear, disappear like Field Mob
Had a b**h tell me that I need a real job
Swear that sh** stung, act like I ignore it
You got me figures out, then let me here the story?
Eventually I see through the fog
Preserve like the sun and the stars
I said too much, see I'm way too revealing
Laying in your bedroom, s**ual healing
Call it hollistic, it seems sorta mystic
Life of a gypsy, my dick get autistic
Drawing in your skin tone, it's only that one I depend on
[Hook]
Swear they wanna they tell you how to do it
When they never done it or they blew it
I ain't for the show, tell me what you know
I ain't never changed up sh**, hanging with the same old clique
I ain't for the show, tell me what you know
Swear that they know me, they swear that they do
n***as spread lies that could never be true
But tell em what's new?
Know you heard 'bout me, Turn Down King
On the prow looking for a Turn Down Queen
I ain't for the show, tell me what you know
I came up
Finna give me that
Ooh give me that
Ooh give me that
Look at how I came up
[Verse 2]
Look at how I came up where the pain thrush
See I built my own wings, never been a lame duck
Always had dreams of me in a Wrangler
Or a Range Rove but I couldn't hit my lay ups
Now I'm thinking bigger though, y'all be running bullsh**
Y'all be on the tip of dough, really finna get it though
I'm on my tour sh**
Word to Cozz, know the team way too strong
Told me that the album took way too long
But look at how I'm k**in' now, I'm way too on and I'm poppin'
Haters wanna gossip
I make moves, they make comments
Dopart flow with the Dreamvillain mobsters
[Outro]
I came up