Bad bitch pardon me
I say What's up
Educated so I put her in the cut
I need a girlfriend
I need a girlfriend
Two hoes and I think
I did too much
I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
I need a girlfriend
I need a girlfriend
Put that girl in Louis
Introduce her to my humor
It's a lot of bitches that I sent home in an Uber
I high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
I been tucked away dodgin' blood-suckin' maneuvers
Huh okay just say you not ready
Okay okay comin' in heavy
Okay they ain't in shape, I'm petty
Okay okay
Okay y'all be on E, unleaded
Okay okay hold the confetti
Okay okay just say you not ready
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word then you's a fool
They're not chea, they're not chea
They're not bool
I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie
Turnin' down top from the tall bitches that remind me of the old days
Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
What they all in huh for the poet huh
I'm a young poetic nigga
I just go at it nigga
I'm a ho at it nigga
You could ask my mama
We poetic nigga
I was raised in the projects
We could go at it nigga
I can't waste no time on a co-edded nigga
Bro code, me and Dave count through seven figures
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
On a high seat since the day
I turned sixteen
Seven-forty-seven
I'm starin' at plane wings
I'm prayin' the Lord's seen
Grandma prayin' for me ayy
Okay just say you not ready
Okay okay comin' in heavy
Okay they ain't in shape, I'm petty
Okay okay
Okay y'all be on E, unleaded
Okay okay hold the confetti
Okay okay just say you not ready
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word then you's a fool
They're not chea, they're not chea
They're not bool
Everybody wanna be great but the work don't relate and the life be mistakin' the truth
Nigga I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K
Starin' at it
I ain't know what to do nigga
Now I look at money like a resource
Every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
Health and wealth
Goin' deep for it
Do right for my next life
Let me get some too
I remember roaches
Mama lost focus
I was at home, no lights, no food
Heard that the joke is
Hykeem broke and head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions
Mad impulsive
Granny I won't abide by the rules
I shall reside with advisers
Fuck that Booman to boom
Let me get some too
Life ain't always about your name in they mouth and the cars and the clothes and the jewels
Every lil' bitch that's born lookin' like soft porn only meant for your ego to bruise
Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
You gon' live in this world confused
Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
Fuck that let me get some too
Nigga my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not bool
Nigga the shoes I fill are huge
Keem wanna share that ho
Bro move
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss 'cos I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback
I front in the pics when the heart don't match
Take care of the kids
Gotta go where they at ayy
Hold on
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's hmm
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Hold on
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's hmm
Like what these niggas on like
Ain't shit changed
Still fuckin' and rappin'
Two bad bitches here
Cartier glasses huh
Her friend got pornography habits
Rollie gang, Rollie gang
Rollie gang
PGLang fool
Hundred thousand on her
She know she gang
She's hot
Rover gang, Rover gang
Rover gang
Rover gang
Range brothers out the roof
We're not the Wayans
We're not the Wayans
Bitch I hate to tell the truth
We're not the same
He's Baby Keem
I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game
A Range Rover
Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
Take one, take two
Take three, heave it
Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve
Nigga believe it
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me
Is he Jesus
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's hmm
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin'
Hold on
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's hmm
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