Dream_01

Let me get it right back to basics
Bout four years Met Gala in my Asics
(Shit lit!)
(They sick!)
All the fake bitches gon' hate this your chick and your ma' got this diddy on they playlist
(Gang shit!)
And Imma be out pulling up with Elon rappers go and redefine what you call a spaceship

Saying that I'm tired is an understatement
Got a couple fake chains and a couple fake friends
But you turned into a snake it's no wonder they went
But I'm here to save the day where the fun and games end

Had to take a break but I'm back again uh
Lemme guess you obsessed but that's what a fan does
All that talk on the gram is a bandage you up
You invest in the looks but you damaged because

Now that Benz there getting repo'd
(Bitch!)
Tryna make a diss tryna reload
Only thing hurt is your ego
Green and you pissed got you looking like you Shego

(Ahhh)
Everybody going crazy
(Yeahhh)
Say I'm whiter than the eighties
Meeting god couldn't save me
(Nahhh)
But I see him on the daily
(Whennn?)
See him when I wake up in the morning, look up mirror real bleary when I'm shaving
(Huh?)
Maybe man I took it too far but I couldn't give a fuck everybody go and hate me

Let me get it right back to basics
Bout four years Met Gala in my Asics
(Shit lit!)
(They sick!)
All the fake bitches gon' hate this your chick and your ma' got this diddy on they playlist
(Gang shit!)
And Imma be out pulling up with Elon rappers go and redefine what you call a spaceship



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Lowe-carbell
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