Premonitions (feat. SAM)

Shit I got the premonitions
Sitting hungry in kitchen
I’ve been trying hard to get it
Won’t stop
Looking at these bitches
Hope they mad I never listen
No I cannot get specific
On no oh no no
I can’t wait to go and blow up
Pack arenas alone
Have them woman flashing me
Of course I’m talking they phones
Shit I’m nasty, sly as hell
Something like Nas and Stallone
And shit I sure as hell ain’t rocky
But I still got the stones
I got the bone
If you got a bone to pick
Then come for me
Can’t wait to go and blow up
Have them bitches claim they know me
From day one they tell they homies
Tryna blow me... up
Probably got my phone number
From her cousin’s friend’s brother
Though we ain’t in touch
Think I might’ve met him twice
Might have been even once
He went and flexed that
While conversing with a girl he loved
She wanted proof
Gave her my number
Now she calls me up
Ain’t that fucked?
Soon as she does
I hang up the phone
That’s for when I blow up
But as for right now though
Oh shit
Yo give me a second man
Yow what up baby
Where you know me from?
Oh really that’s crazy
Think I met him once
Said that we were friends?!
Dude made that shit up
But whatever
I really don’t give a fuck
I can’t wait to go blow up
Blow a couple of bands
Like it is nothing
Then go put some on a beach home advance
And go buy my mom some cows in a ranch
And a 911 Porsche as a gift to my dad
Though they never needed that shit from me
I can’t wait till I can spoil a wifey
Spend a house on her ring
And a whip on her Nikes
I can’t wait to take that shit lightly
Cuz I got the premonitions
Sitting hungry in kitchen
Still trying hard to get it
won’t stop
Uh huh
Looking at these bitches
Hope they mad I never listen
No I cannot get specific
On no oh no no