Correct !

You got no right with me
To talk to me with disrespect

I ain't a killer but don't push me
Better come Correct

Too much attention What they Causing
We don't do the flex

Steady moving ima promise you
Im on the next

Told baby move her legs
I came here for the fucking cheques

Don't want no problems
Im just checking that they know my set

What you heard about me
Tell me cuz I'd love to know

Gimme some
Baby cmon and gimme some

Check the Back these niggas
I know they play for real

Check the seals the air bags
And I'll check the rear

Run my name no record
What you gonna do

This the wave no du rag
But I'm wavy too

Dark skin white teeth
And all my paper new

From the six
But never had these type of views

Paper View money may
And I'm feeling great

From the basement Dawg
We got nothing to loose

Third Base Hollywood
Thats my Avenue

On the news
Momma she said
Im on the news

Don't got a clue
Im going blue
Im going blue

I need some air
Man get out the
Fucking Room

Clear the Room
Dawg get out the fucking room

I love em all
But girl I really love in twos

Short hair don't care
Girl ima grab it too

Monte Clair the Jacket
How I'm coming through

Old days the old days
Ima leave em there

Old days the old days
Ima leave em there

Go head and leave em there
Go head and leave em there

You got no right with me
To talk to me with disrespect

I ain't a killer but don't push me
Better come Correct

Too much attention What they Causing
We don't do the flex

Steady moving ima promise you
Im on the next

Told baby move her legs
I came here for the fucking cheques

Don't want no problems
Im just checking that they know my set

What you heard about me
Tell me cuz I'd love to know

Go

Go

Keep it coming
Keep it simple

Please don't break
The system

Whats your problem
Why you always wanna start a problem

I been writing
I been chilling
I don't ever start em

She look familiar
Think I know her
Maybe I don't know her

Over thinking never blinking
Why your ship is sinking

Whats the matter
Wheres your ceiling
Do you need a ladder

Crazy middle child
Out here getting verified

Terrified like this thriller
But I aint a killer

Testimony he a phoney
All that shit Baloney

You could never keep up with me
Thats a fact homie



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Writer(s): Micheas Mersha
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