Fameless / Test Me
What you tryna see me for?
Let's square up at the back door
All your jewelry so wack though
All my raps are facts though
Look at the scores, the stats ho
I be stacking them racks ho
I made it and I ain't even there yet
They know me and I ain't even famous
All of my shooters they nameless
All of my goons they fameless
Meet me outside with the stainless
Test me I'ma leave you brain-dead
Hit up a prick with a brick, brick, brick
Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lick, lick, lick
Not a teacher, I don't miss, miss, miss
Catch me lacking, I'ma use my fist, bitch
Why they tryna test me?
Why your ho undress me?
I been investing
I been the best me
They ain't ready
Gripping it steady
They so petty
Ride 'round town I feel so blessed
YSL all on my chest
On these pills I feel no stress
Look in my eyes you know I'm next
I'm possessed I must confess
We do not play games on the west
They just bark behind the fence
They just know they ain't got no chance
I do not fuck with the police
But I be fucking her on her knees
She begging me "Daddy, please" like whoa
Yeah I been getting this cheese
That's why I'm on the streets
Yeah I got that smoke
Got that Vietnamese
Why they tryna test me?
Why your ho undress me?
I been investing
I been the best me
They ain't ready
Gripping it steady
They so petty
Let's square up at the back door
All your jewelry so wack though
All my raps are facts though
Look at the scores, the stats ho
I be stacking them racks ho
I made it and I ain't even there yet
They know me and I ain't even famous
All of my shooters they nameless
All of my goons they fameless
Meet me outside with the stainless
Test me I'ma leave you brain-dead
Hit up a prick with a brick, brick, brick
Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lick, lick, lick
Not a teacher, I don't miss, miss, miss
Catch me lacking, I'ma use my fist, bitch
Why they tryna test me?
Why your ho undress me?
I been investing
I been the best me
They ain't ready
Gripping it steady
They so petty
Ride 'round town I feel so blessed
YSL all on my chest
On these pills I feel no stress
Look in my eyes you know I'm next
I'm possessed I must confess
We do not play games on the west
They just bark behind the fence
They just know they ain't got no chance
I do not fuck with the police
But I be fucking her on her knees
She begging me "Daddy, please" like whoa
Yeah I been getting this cheese
That's why I'm on the streets
Yeah I got that smoke
Got that Vietnamese
Why they tryna test me?
Why your ho undress me?
I been investing
I been the best me
They ain't ready
Gripping it steady
They so petty
Credits
Writer(s): Marcel Barada
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