Blasphemy

Yeah, I hear him talking
You ain't half of me
(Oh yeah)
I'm not mad dog but is blasphemy
(Oh yeah)
I just spit facts and it's straight up
I ain't worried 'bout it on my way up
(Way up)

If I rap too fast they won't understand me
As long as the shows is packed
I'm screaming what's a Grammy
If Cole is screaming KOD
I guess I'm killing sadly
Never been into the drugs
Yo, this is xannies
Let me talk my talk my talk
Without you in feelings
These boys acting like the females
They got shopping with 'em
Let me talk my talk my talk
Without so many texts
I'm trying be the best
Money always over sex
She say she love me
When I'm walking in
She face down
I hit the studio
And tell 'em
On my way now
I'm on the road
When you see me
With the window down
I'm 'tryna make it to the bag
That's what they call it now
I want the money
Want the bread
No matter what you call it
I'm Michael Bay
I'm Michael Scott
I'm blowing up the office
I hit 'em up
And tell the label they ain't get right
I know you worried about them numbers
Dog just hear me out

Yeah, I hear him talking
You ain't half of me
(Oh yeah)
I'm not mad dog but is blasphemy
(Oh yeah)
I just spit facts and it's straight up
I ain't worried 'bout it on my way up
(Way up)
I got too much value in my talent pool
Now you understand why I got this attitude
So much I work I gotta do I got myself to prove
I 'don walked too many miles need some better shoes
(Shoes)

They don't really like me
'Cause I know I'm great
I don't need your adulation
I don't need your begging face
I don't need you talking to me
When you never knew my name
Yeah I feel like that, yeah
Never feel a different way
Yeah they like my squad
'Cause they see I'm 'bout that work
They don't wanna get involved
'Cause they end up in that dirt
They don't wanna see my face
Yeah we pull up with that
I ain't tryna save face
You don't like it
Go to church
I don't know what to tell you
Take that up with Christ
This level that I'm on
Ain't like riding bikes
I don't wanna see your face
I don't want advice
Needless to say
We are not alike
(Not alike, nah)
I don't act my age
Putting in some years but I know I'm getting paid
We ain't talking 'bout the money
They ain't sounding like I do
Picture me 10 years
If you think I'm being rude
I need new surroundings
It's astounding
Drizzy said no new friends
I can't disagree
Say they focused on they money
But they 'tryna pocket me
I am not a meal ticket
That I can agree
('gree)

Yeah, I hear him talking
You ain't half of me
(Oh yeah)
I'm not mad dog but is blasphemy
(Oh yeah)
I just spit facts and it's straight up
I ain't worried 'bout it on my way up
(Way up)
I got too much value in my talent pool
Now you understand why I got this attitude
So much I work I gotta do I got myself to prove
I 'don walked too many miles need some better shoes
(Shoes)
(Shoes)



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Writer(s): Ricky Johnson
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