pheletone
π΅ 2264 characters
β±οΈ 3:02 duration
π ID: 12223052
π Lyrics
Mood FM, volume two, take one
Action
Fuck that! I don't like people playing on my phone
I don't even trip, you're bigger than that
No! I don't like people playing on my phone
Hey, here's a magic message
Read it, and pass it on
For sure, see if it come back the same
Telephone
Me neither
Okay
Don't play with me
Don't play with me, play with your mama, bitchnigga,
Feminine traits, that gossiping and drama, bitchnigga,
Broadcasting live from the basement
Shots out to Big Tigga,
I'm not him, but my forces wrap around your city
You seem off the suspect like P. Diddy
His close associate gave Keefe D that heater
That Orlando used to dump shots through the beamer
Occupied by two of the niggas that jumped him at The Grand, MGM Grand
Warm day in 1996, September 7th
After Tyson beat the brakes off of Selden
Seldomly , actually, never
despuΓ©s Evento de boxeo
Sin City Nunca estado Sin Trafico
Baby Lane should be praised for his markmanship
While in a moving vehicle, he hit his moving targets
Stay low, Pac
Should've stayed low
Six days later, I hear that sad news on the radio
On my way to my football game, Mount Miguel eleventh grade
If I recall correctly, we played Valhalla that day
A sense of sorrow spread to my teammates
Who were fellow Makaveli fans, they thought the news was fake
Then began the rumors Almost six months after the day Biggie met the same fate
I always heard that bad news travels fast
Then we knew nothing of the internet and phones weren't smart yet
No such thing of a fact check
Unless you were in attendance when it happened
You've heard second hand info that's not straight from the horse's mouth
If it's hearsay, what the fuck you talking about
Just like the game, telephone
Details can be added or left out by one previously told
When it reached the latest person, story might not even match the original
Or straight up be unrecognizable
We all know that real recognizes real
I don't remember seeing you a day in my life
They usher in a couple memories to jog your memories
Nothing rings a bell, the shock on their face when I introduce myself
Hi
How you do
For the life of me, I don't recognize you dude
My bad, I didn't even know I knew you
Non-organic, plastic, fake ass nigga
Hey, here's a magic message
Read it and pass it on
Action
Fuck that! I don't like people playing on my phone
I don't even trip, you're bigger than that
No! I don't like people playing on my phone
Hey, here's a magic message
Read it, and pass it on
For sure, see if it come back the same
Telephone
Me neither
Okay
Don't play with me
Don't play with me, play with your mama, bitchnigga,
Feminine traits, that gossiping and drama, bitchnigga,
Broadcasting live from the basement
Shots out to Big Tigga,
I'm not him, but my forces wrap around your city
You seem off the suspect like P. Diddy
His close associate gave Keefe D that heater
That Orlando used to dump shots through the beamer
Occupied by two of the niggas that jumped him at The Grand, MGM Grand
Warm day in 1996, September 7th
After Tyson beat the brakes off of Selden
Seldomly , actually, never
despuΓ©s Evento de boxeo
Sin City Nunca estado Sin Trafico
Baby Lane should be praised for his markmanship
While in a moving vehicle, he hit his moving targets
Stay low, Pac
Should've stayed low
Six days later, I hear that sad news on the radio
On my way to my football game, Mount Miguel eleventh grade
If I recall correctly, we played Valhalla that day
A sense of sorrow spread to my teammates
Who were fellow Makaveli fans, they thought the news was fake
Then began the rumors Almost six months after the day Biggie met the same fate
I always heard that bad news travels fast
Then we knew nothing of the internet and phones weren't smart yet
No such thing of a fact check
Unless you were in attendance when it happened
You've heard second hand info that's not straight from the horse's mouth
If it's hearsay, what the fuck you talking about
Just like the game, telephone
Details can be added or left out by one previously told
When it reached the latest person, story might not even match the original
Or straight up be unrecognizable
We all know that real recognizes real
I don't remember seeing you a day in my life
They usher in a couple memories to jog your memories
Nothing rings a bell, the shock on their face when I introduce myself
Hi
How you do
For the life of me, I don't recognize you dude
My bad, I didn't even know I knew you
Non-organic, plastic, fake ass nigga
Hey, here's a magic message
Read it and pass it on