"LETTER TO THE PINOCCHIOS" lyrics

I'm gonna talk my ish
Yeah, speak my truth
Pour some blessings to the youth
Yeah, look

My past life tastes like Hennessy mixed with Sprite
Used to pour some drank up then fade away like every night
I was constricted to the life I chose
Chasing all the finest hoes
Only want Chanely she don't care if I buy a rose
Yeah, cold foam fizzlin' on the ice
On your last life, but you're too busy to take advice
Put your phone down
They got you surrounded in your home now
That's no good, no good
Where you gon' go now
She call me then she call a SUV
Ayy girl, I got what you need
It's bout to go down
And we just gonna ash it on the floor now
We smoking out the penthouse
'Til they come and break the door down
44th floor, film noir on the telly
I'm starting to get the feeling there's some things you need to tell me
All these backroom convos y'all be having without me
I already know you doubt me gang, yeah
I know way more now than these boys could ever tell me
I got way more now than these boys could ever sell me, yeah
God works in mysterious ways
Taking people out my life within a couple of days
They want me washed up on the beach, but I been stuck on the wave
Always lying when you speak, nobody trust what you say
Wanna see me on the streets with my mom and my dad huh
Wanna see me show my teeth, some people already have huh
Why don't you back me in a corner dog
I'm warning y'all, you think you know what's up
But you just don't know the half
Got me listening to Gorillaz, I'm not happy, I'm sad
Cause I got sunshine in this bag, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mailbox money got me waving at the postman
Smiling for no reason, might be turning to an old man
Listening to blues, hey pretty lady can we slow dance
I'm breaking news, told lil shawty we should hold hands
Let em take some pictures of us, write a story up
Now everybody asking if I tore it up, I ate it up
Went vampiro all on her lady stuff
Take her up to Yamashiro, no need to wait for us
Big dawgs barkin' at the moon, they afraid of us
Smooth talking shawty out her pants, switch the cadence up
Ooh yeah, ain't nothin' major huh
She said I beg your pardon, I said baby you don't beg enough
Yeah, baby you don't beg enough
Wine for me, wine for me, baby I'm your favorite huh
It's YGF until the death of me, yeah
I rest in peace knowing damn well I got
Beautiful women writing letters to confess they love
Then breaking in my house to leave it right there on the table huh
Crazy stuff, but let me chill before I say too much
The shit I seen, some people probably think that I just make it up
Oh Lord, yeah
Word to the Pinocchios, it's best to keep it real boy
Cause fake been on overload
Hate to say it, but I told you so
Went and did it when I told you no