Amnesia
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit and she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, I don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
That ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, i don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
I can't offer any slack
Niggas only getting smacked
Niggas talking out they ass
Niggas jumping out the window
I might fuck around and put him through him the glass
Peep the way the nigga raps, cold
Back pedal blowing past, woah
James Harden with the cash flow
Euro stepping through my past hoes
Ask how I'm living I am well
Soon as I get outta bed I'm fly as hell
Rocking Bape camo with the YSL
Bitch i love attention they like I can tell
And my venue setting off the fire bells
Any opposition can reside in Hell
Niggas showing fake love I can tell
In reality they hoping I would fail
Used to ride the hooptie i had no money
Now I'm Gucci Gang like I'm lil pumping
Now these niggas thinking that I owe 'em something
They got everyday struggles, Joe Budden
I'm a rapping and an academic road runner
3.7 Hitting home runners
Even if this shit don't ever blow fuck it
Bitch I'm set for life and if my phone jumping tell 'em
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit and she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, I don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
That ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, i don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
From nine-seven i was hot, flying in like 911 wait
Feeling God-sent but I could drive quicker in a silver nine-eleven, woah
The plot thickens when I pop off he'll need prosthetics, shit
I smile anytime I take an L cause I know I'll die winning
Fly linens on my body, white denim and Ferrari
Polite sentiments I'm sorry
I kill 'em then I pull up milly rocking at the funeral with Carti
I pulled up with an army, ya'll pulled up feeling sorry
Y'all really couldn't harm me
I'm like eleven levels up above you niggas that should be alarming
Sheep clothing on the wolves shit
I'm rocking some exotic wool shit
Fake friends tried to pull shit now I'm Matt Murdoch to the bullshit
If he dare step into the bull pen send 'em to the devil with his skull split
Anytime you see that nigga pull pens, it's like pulled pins with a full clip
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever I walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit and she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, I don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
That ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, i don't remember shit
I don't member shit
Put that on my strip
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit and she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, I don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
That ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, i don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
I can't offer any slack
Niggas only getting smacked
Niggas talking out they ass
Niggas jumping out the window
I might fuck around and put him through him the glass
Peep the way the nigga raps, cold
Back pedal blowing past, woah
James Harden with the cash flow
Euro stepping through my past hoes
Ask how I'm living I am well
Soon as I get outta bed I'm fly as hell
Rocking Bape camo with the YSL
Bitch i love attention they like I can tell
And my venue setting off the fire bells
Any opposition can reside in Hell
Niggas showing fake love I can tell
In reality they hoping I would fail
Used to ride the hooptie i had no money
Now I'm Gucci Gang like I'm lil pumping
Now these niggas thinking that I owe 'em something
They got everyday struggles, Joe Budden
I'm a rapping and an academic road runner
3.7 Hitting home runners
Even if this shit don't ever blow fuck it
Bitch I'm set for life and if my phone jumping tell 'em
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit and she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, I don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
That ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, i don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
From nine-seven i was hot, flying in like 911 wait
Feeling God-sent but I could drive quicker in a silver nine-eleven, woah
The plot thickens when I pop off he'll need prosthetics, shit
I smile anytime I take an L cause I know I'll die winning
Fly linens on my body, white denim and Ferrari
Polite sentiments I'm sorry
I kill 'em then I pull up milly rocking at the funeral with Carti
I pulled up with an army, ya'll pulled up feeling sorry
Y'all really couldn't harm me
I'm like eleven levels up above you niggas that should be alarming
Sheep clothing on the wolves shit
I'm rocking some exotic wool shit
Fake friends tried to pull shit now I'm Matt Murdoch to the bullshit
If he dare step into the bull pen send 'em to the devil with his skull split
Anytime you see that nigga pull pens, it's like pulled pins with a full clip
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever I walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit and she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, I don't remember shit
Put that on my strip
That ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Looking like a walking lick whenever i walk out the crib
Old shawty hit my shit she be tryna throw a fit
I don't remember her, don't remember you, i don't remember shit
I don't member shit
Put that on my strip
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Writer(s): Kurt Hazard
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