Not from Me
Oye
Estos de verdad no broma
Ustedes tan basura
Aggaro mi escoba
Le cambio el lenguaje le cambió la idioma
Ustedes quieren guerra agarró mi pistola
Manejo con la nueve, se la pongo en su bocca
Hablando esa mierda le muestro que le cuesta
Para con la joda
Para con la joda
Hijo de puta
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Everybody talk, I know how they be
If they lookin for a check it is not from me
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Demons always feed on my memory
I still remember how they all got to me
All these rappers always cappin' wanna act like that
So shoutouts all the homies had my back like that
I was mobbing, I was drinking, lived a life like that
Then I stood up on the stage while you sat right back
Motherfuckers wanna talk but that don't mean shit
I be chillin at the spot then they walk right in
Never said that I would pop, but you know I did
Then they sitting and they drinking, wonder why they quit
Everybody got the answers
But when I'm asking them the questions, they act like they always knew
I'm the one who took the steps who the fuck you talking to
Now your bitch is coming through, and I ain't tell her what to do
Damn
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Everybody talk, I know how they be
If they lookin for a check it is not from me
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Demons always feed on my memory
I still remember how they all got to me
Giving these rappers a fever uh
Making em shake like a seizure uh
Fucking your bitch and I know she a keeper
I still ain't pick up with a phone and a beeper
I still remain true if that means I don't blow
So if they all be talking they really don't know
I was all by myself, and she said she won't go
She ask if I love her, I text her back no
I remember I was doubted
But now I'm making all the hits, and you just lookin like a bitch
I swear to God if you show up inside my twitter messages
Imma pop up at your house, all I get is negligence
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Everybody talk, I know how they be
If they lookin for a check it is not from me
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Demons always feed on my memory
I still remember how they all got to me
Estos de verdad no broma
Ustedes tan basura
Aggaro mi escoba
Le cambio el lenguaje le cambió la idioma
Ustedes quieren guerra agarró mi pistola
Manejo con la nueve, se la pongo en su bocca
Hablando esa mierda le muestro que le cuesta
Para con la joda
Para con la joda
Hijo de puta
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Everybody talk, I know how they be
If they lookin for a check it is not from me
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Demons always feed on my memory
I still remember how they all got to me
All these rappers always cappin' wanna act like that
So shoutouts all the homies had my back like that
I was mobbing, I was drinking, lived a life like that
Then I stood up on the stage while you sat right back
Motherfuckers wanna talk but that don't mean shit
I be chillin at the spot then they walk right in
Never said that I would pop, but you know I did
Then they sitting and they drinking, wonder why they quit
Everybody got the answers
But when I'm asking them the questions, they act like they always knew
I'm the one who took the steps who the fuck you talking to
Now your bitch is coming through, and I ain't tell her what to do
Damn
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Everybody talk, I know how they be
If they lookin for a check it is not from me
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Demons always feed on my memory
I still remember how they all got to me
Giving these rappers a fever uh
Making em shake like a seizure uh
Fucking your bitch and I know she a keeper
I still ain't pick up with a phone and a beeper
I still remain true if that means I don't blow
So if they all be talking they really don't know
I was all by myself, and she said she won't go
She ask if I love her, I text her back no
I remember I was doubted
But now I'm making all the hits, and you just lookin like a bitch
I swear to God if you show up inside my twitter messages
Imma pop up at your house, all I get is negligence
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Everybody talk, I know how they be
If they lookin for a check it is not from me
Wondering what they want from me
Everyday I walk but they run to me
Demons always feed on my memory
I still remember how they all got to me
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Lyte
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