MR. Finesse

Bumping with a bag feeling different
I ain't gotta trip do my own babysitting
Swag and the drip ain't really my image
Ima keep it me no ice in the winter
Finna bring the heat lighten up another spliff
You ain't like me and I ain't like them
And I ain't like you so I won't pretend
Bitches be fooled don't try to be my friend
I ain't got time for that

I've been up in my mind low-key
Everybody keep a eye on me
Attention whores like, like this scene
But not me Ima fight this bitch
Aight Im lit
I trip so hard, fuck
Wake up in the grass with my arms cut
Going father than all y'all for my father
And his karma can slit up his neck
Ima martyr
Selling top shelf weed
You can call me
Ima Rottweiler with no collar
And could even share a good treat with your daughter
But shit I don't even really want her
Cause I'm in my own space
All these bitches on my back
Can't carry all they weight
Drop the fat ones off on their face
And bitch Ima asshole launch the rest into space
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