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My Phone

by Joey Bryson

on Flygning (2024)

[Verse 1: Joey Bryson]
You know I got it from the jump
Flow so vicious yeah I got it from the trunk
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell yeah we at it again
He kept his ears to the beats now his shit banging through the speaks
And that other guy, his career lays dead and deceased
Oh it's your man again
Throwing shots again
I'll see them vanishing when I leave em shook like mannequins
Please shut up about your pigment
That side of you that gets ignant is just a figment
A figment of your imagination
Talking about them guns and drugs sounds like you got a fascination
I ain't on that fuck shit you be on
I'm beyond that
Please don't hit my line I don't call back
I don't have it in me to be a part of this industry
Because I do things too differently
Please don't think I'm classy cause of my money situation
Cause i still wore my nikes when I graduated
Please don't think I'm classy cause of my money situation
Cause i still wore my nikes when I graduated
[Hook: Joey Bryson]
Call me what you want just don't call me on my phone
Cause I tend not to answer when I'm all alone
Please don't hit me up when I'm in my zone
Cause my mind is out wandering in parts unknown
[Verse 2: Brokeboi Danny]
Me and Joey gotta have it
Riding through the city with a mothafuckin mac 10
I really ball with no basket
Stop the fake trappin, go find some talent
Old friend called me what's crackin
Saying how you been boy stop with the askin
Talking in my ear about back then
Back when back then now I'm a bad friend
Now a days I try to think past it
But I'd really put a bitch in a casket
Ain't afraid to take without askin
Cause broke boi be robin like baskin
I do this rap shit it's my passion
I slip acid and dream about mansions
I used to stash shit in the attic
Now I'm an addict so the drugs in the cabinet
I could care less about a bad bitch
The team lit just like a pack of matches
Know a couple goons who carry automatics
Ride around town and they going toe taggin
I heard your last shit it don't move me
It's dookie, I need pockets full of blue cheese
Who he kickin like Bruce lee
That's me can't my life in routine
I can not chill with you goofies
My life seems like a rockstar movie
I'm not a rat but I always gotta move cheese
Stay your way I mean that shit truly
Record labels they want to recruit me
I'm anti I don't get down with group meets
In a two seat to knock em off their two feet
It's broke boi and I'm rawer than some sushi