Ashamed
You a musician, where the fuck is the energy
Ay
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
(Yo) All the Patience, look at how he paced this
Look at how the brace fit, got you on a day trip
Look at how he lane switch, got them looking basic
I be in my lane after all the time I paved this
I don't want to see you or G you, a'int getting no cheap food
Sit up listen to you, I ain't Doctor Phil or Hebrew
You don't need a nigga, try a therapist for free boo
Look up in the mirror what you seeking is within you
No I ain't really, here for the fake shit, fake I'm awake shit
Everybody's favorite word is energy you lame bitch
Tweet, book and face this
No they never caught up with me, they still on the reruns, I am the new son
Every time I see the mic I do something
Sweeter than a honey bun and I'm packing two hun
Tired of the "What I'm gonna do" I want a nigga to do something
Life will pass you by before you know it the tomb come
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
Yo I'm ashamed to say these niggas think they competition
Pull up and the ceiling missing, that mean I'm in the coupe
And they in the coop too cause they all chickens
I got the secret recipe, I'm Ratatouille on bitches
You the real Rat
Every time they playing me its real rap, always sipping OG I'm like "Real rap"
Sending me the beat and bet I kill that
Jason Michael Myers imma kill that make them feel that
Said I was the best, and bitch I'm still that
I put niggas on like I was Duquesne Light, Bruce Kane fight
I'm dieting so this came light
E-L-S-A it mean the Dimepiece nice
I don't wanna hear from bitches when my star gets bright-er
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
Ay
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
(Yo) All the Patience, look at how he paced this
Look at how the brace fit, got you on a day trip
Look at how he lane switch, got them looking basic
I be in my lane after all the time I paved this
I don't want to see you or G you, a'int getting no cheap food
Sit up listen to you, I ain't Doctor Phil or Hebrew
You don't need a nigga, try a therapist for free boo
Look up in the mirror what you seeking is within you
No I ain't really, here for the fake shit, fake I'm awake shit
Everybody's favorite word is energy you lame bitch
Tweet, book and face this
No they never caught up with me, they still on the reruns, I am the new son
Every time I see the mic I do something
Sweeter than a honey bun and I'm packing two hun
Tired of the "What I'm gonna do" I want a nigga to do something
Life will pass you by before you know it the tomb come
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
Yo I'm ashamed to say these niggas think they competition
Pull up and the ceiling missing, that mean I'm in the coupe
And they in the coop too cause they all chickens
I got the secret recipe, I'm Ratatouille on bitches
You the real Rat
Every time they playing me its real rap, always sipping OG I'm like "Real rap"
Sending me the beat and bet I kill that
Jason Michael Myers imma kill that make them feel that
Said I was the best, and bitch I'm still that
I put niggas on like I was Duquesne Light, Bruce Kane fight
I'm dieting so this came light
E-L-S-A it mean the Dimepiece nice
I don't wanna hear from bitches when my star gets bright-er
All you stinking ass, flaking ass, faking ass hoes
I don't want to see you in your faking ass clothes
Looking like you bought them at the cheapest store
Looking like your momma is ashamed of you hoe
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Writer(s): Emanuel Bennett
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