Mailman
These days I don't know whether I'm coming or I'm going
A nigga stressed out, and no one even know it, anyways
I gotta get my shit together quick!
N burn my little candle cuz it's running out of wick
Money cars and hoes make it hard to pay attention
Some call it life I call it my life sentence
Truthfully my story ain't all that interesting but I promise it's gon have one hell of a ending
N I don't think that I was built to sit up in a cubicle
I'm just tryna stack it till it turns to Roman numerals
Run my hands down all the way to the cuticle
N leave enough behind to pay for all my family's funerals
I don't which route that I should take but ima make it there
I ain't tryna chill once at the top yea ima shake it there
I ain't into beef but if you want it we can take it there
Gott a lot of haters I just really hope that they're prepared
Tryna make sure that my daughter living like it's nothing
If you know me I wouldn't punt it even fourth and 100 uh
"Fuck it why don't you just go for the hail marry"
Ima donit trust, watch me run it up
Yea I got a point to prove n ima make em' listen now
And if you ain't making noise my nigga please just sit it down
No more living in the past that was then n this is now
Yea I'm getting on my shit to tell the truth it's been a while
Could someone please go get the mailman
Ive been outbher looking for the mailman
Has anyone here seen the mailman
I'm like a dog chasing the mailman
But I don't even know what I would do if I just caught up to the mailman
Me mailman do you got a check for me Can you please check for me
Mr mailman
Mr mailman
M... Mr mailman
I'm tired of waiting on the mailman, been sitting so long that my ass sore
Hoping that he'll show up with some passports
Put me on the 1st flight to the fast course
Truthfully, I've been, stunting n bluffing for way to long
Im tryna, makenit up to that gray poupon
I'm tryna, take the fame make sure they get on
I gotta, get it together but can take too long
I gotta do this for my brother that's been locked up for a minute
N do it so my daughter never have to lift a digit
N do this so my mom could have a yard so big no limit
N do it just in time to make sure that my grandma living
Gotta do it for the fam like I'm on a mission
Only focus on them fuck the competition
And I ain't sitting around cuz I might miss it
Time to go n get it cuz I'm tired of wishing
I wish shit was different but I don't even know
I just wanna get it poppin
A nigga stressed out, and no one even know it, anyways
I gotta get my shit together quick!
N burn my little candle cuz it's running out of wick
Money cars and hoes make it hard to pay attention
Some call it life I call it my life sentence
Truthfully my story ain't all that interesting but I promise it's gon have one hell of a ending
N I don't think that I was built to sit up in a cubicle
I'm just tryna stack it till it turns to Roman numerals
Run my hands down all the way to the cuticle
N leave enough behind to pay for all my family's funerals
I don't which route that I should take but ima make it there
I ain't tryna chill once at the top yea ima shake it there
I ain't into beef but if you want it we can take it there
Gott a lot of haters I just really hope that they're prepared
Tryna make sure that my daughter living like it's nothing
If you know me I wouldn't punt it even fourth and 100 uh
"Fuck it why don't you just go for the hail marry"
Ima donit trust, watch me run it up
Yea I got a point to prove n ima make em' listen now
And if you ain't making noise my nigga please just sit it down
No more living in the past that was then n this is now
Yea I'm getting on my shit to tell the truth it's been a while
Could someone please go get the mailman
Ive been outbher looking for the mailman
Has anyone here seen the mailman
I'm like a dog chasing the mailman
But I don't even know what I would do if I just caught up to the mailman
Me mailman do you got a check for me Can you please check for me
Mr mailman
Mr mailman
M... Mr mailman
I'm tired of waiting on the mailman, been sitting so long that my ass sore
Hoping that he'll show up with some passports
Put me on the 1st flight to the fast course
Truthfully, I've been, stunting n bluffing for way to long
Im tryna, makenit up to that gray poupon
I'm tryna, take the fame make sure they get on
I gotta, get it together but can take too long
I gotta do this for my brother that's been locked up for a minute
N do it so my daughter never have to lift a digit
N do this so my mom could have a yard so big no limit
N do it just in time to make sure that my grandma living
Gotta do it for the fam like I'm on a mission
Only focus on them fuck the competition
And I ain't sitting around cuz I might miss it
Time to go n get it cuz I'm tired of wishing
I wish shit was different but I don't even know
I just wanna get it poppin
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Writer(s): Gusto Agosto
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