Hey bro you know what March, April, May, June, July. It about to be August, have in common bro.
The fact that I still don't have you God damn album,
I don't understand this process dog like hell you got...
Like everybody was bumping your last shit,
You don't want to get your next shit out?
You don't care?
You don't care that they want to hear your next shit?
You just that good huh?
That must be your whole thing then.
Man you got until Friday bro,
I'm not asking no more dog,
You got until Friday.
I'm not asking no more
Writer(s): Isiah Rashad Mcclain
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