Lyrics:

PHONES CALLS

Haters really try to stop me ain’t no use it trying stop me G
Music on repeat cause I’m the realest you know what I mean 
Only talk bout money cause it’s all they ever wanna see
I n d e p e n d e n t I’m label free

Money buy you anything you want except for happiness 
Money bought my chain it bought my bimmer that’s the saddest shit
Money froze the teardrops in my eyes I know that’s whack as shit
But think about the pain I been through that make my shit legit

They all want the smoke but I’m to grown for all that shit these days 
At 22 I’ve seen some shit they make you wanna run away
Keep these memories in my mind while at the show and I’m on stage 
9 stay on my side and I will never keep safety engaged

If you hate me then it’s fuck you cause you know that I been hatermade
Hatermade like lemonade squeeze lemons on a rainy day
Hate me if you want I been the same since I was married babe 
Catch me in the bimmer take my pain and imma fade away

Break:

Constantly they gotta problem with the way I do my rap shit
No cappin
They cat piss
I’m that bitch 
22 and I’m rocking a broke wrist

What you mean I’m never gonna make it have you seen this?
Illest artist living in this state I’m on that real shit
I ain’t got no Drake inside my playlist on some real shit
$uicide until I die you know I’m with the dark clique
Underground I’m so profound I’m working for my profit
Wheeling dealing cds until I hit all my targets

Eyes leaking like a faucet 
Imma kill that ina mosh pit 
Imma feel that in the mornin
That vodka what I’m pourin 

Imma hop up ina foreign
That bimmer stay touring 
Your girlfriend what I’m porking
She lying to her boyfriend

Phone Calls Prodby. wrath

Flock, FMG, BTD, just out here vibin'

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Phone Calls Prodby. wrath

Conner Whyte