IQ - Flava lyrics

Is it too much to get a FaceTime While I give my pillow some FaceTime I mea-- I been working since the New Years resolution I ain't got time to be chasing coochie Thanking God I ain't been institutionlized I just wanna chant and dance like hallelujah But busy punching the clock like Wac Arnold Busy In the booth spitting that hot fire now thats Dylon Guess its just me myself and I on no island No need to dry my eyes, cause I'm not crying No need to check that line cause I'm not dialing Im just trippin on what I'm missing on Ya know, Its that time of the month Spent too much time Factime with my blunts Trying to stack it up So a nigha don't have to stunt When I ride by know I bout it O miles off the concrete Trying to tell them nighas that I'm hungry Now why they trying to humble me Sometimes you got to go at it alone But thats hustlers ambition Whatever I ain't got, I ain't missing A nigha bought some shoes, I bought a nine A nigha bought a grill, I bought a pound A nigha out of town, I'm out of state But still getting down With the crackers and veienaa sausages on the plate Still breaking bread Still on they f**ing head Man I'm still on f**ing beat Its like I'm always preaching when I speak Its like I always dot my i's and cross t's Its like Im always in the front when I lead Its like why I can't be no ordinary guy All you ever wanted was some attention and some time But I... Man who the f** am I Who the f** am I? Is it too much To get a FaceTime While I give my pillow some FaceTime I mean I been working Since the new years resolution I ain't got time to be chasing after coochie Thanking God I ain't in a institution lized I just wanna chant and dance Like hallelujah But to busy hugging the block with my click Like Fat Albert Too busy up in some real sh** Like Mike Lowry b**hes want to be the Kehlani To my Kyrie I dont f** with too many nighas They ain't Pippen or Rodman They don't belong on the team Many lonely nights I swear that I was on d**h row sh** I gotta be Shug When I'm pushing on petro I got a couple dreams in my head I can't let go I be moving sh**, I ain't gone stop If Simon says so Im living one life The other life I gotta pay for Gotta good heart But got to make sure a nigha stable I swear to God i ain't no mutha f**ing angel Got one in the chamber Working a hundred different angles Out here trying to make team mates out of strangers I don't give a f** if its dangerous I ain't gotta explain sh** Nighas on the same sh** b**hes on the same sh** Im trying to be rich f** famous