DREAMLIKE-CATASTROPHE
Punk street bitch with the long hair pull up
Big ass ego with shoes you can't lace up
The type of dude to make your daddy's hair stand up
I don't shop for scraps you little boys can't match up
I ain't never seen a family I'm shooting with the posse
Never seen a grammy they must've never heard me
I used to think twice before I say shit that's ornery
But been wishing that I wasn't so friendly
I don't cap with big feet I step high
Never need a stool to step up onto the next guy
Chillin
Take my time until this shit blow
Soaking in my crocs my girl out by the sea shore
I'm here coming out with the fresh heat
The best thing you heard since ye got outta therapy
I'm in it
Hit the dro before I spin it
I make my own beats
I see the room spinning
The gloves are coming off doe I make the shot doe
See I came strong and I left strong
Cause I've been gone and you don't see none
Say you got guns well let's see you get it on
Bitch I'm clutch, no don't touch
Just quick peaks, we don't want much
Slow no rush, trippin on mush
Callin your bluff, trippin cause you lost your crutch
I'm rippin through the city like nobody there can see me
My dress look freezy and my flow is so breezy
I could wake up with no make up and you know I'm still pretty
I feel the midwest is getting giddy lift em up and make em dizzy
I don't stop at max heat I turn it to a hundred
I don't pick up small packs I'm buying in abundance
My boys don't slide low they pull up straight stuntin
We could break ya neck leave you wonder what happen
I don't reset
I reup punk bitch
We don't like that
We gon take that shit
Take a step back
We don't talk like that
This a clap back
See we on that shit
Don't I make it look easy
Don't I make it look good
Little boy tryna match me
I wish a motherfucker would
Lose your breath tryna catch me
But you'll never be a threat to me
I bring the cutters to the swap meet
For anyone that plots on me
This a dream like catastrophe
The sky feel like it's after me
You're junior league and I'm varsity
But these pussy boys don't fuck with me
See I chop the trees and I make the team
Cause I see the dream and I make it seem
That I'm so supreme
But my self-esteem is really something g
So don't fuck with me
Cause I'll break ya beams
This is my regime
I want the cream
I hear the screams
Or is it just me
Is it just me
Is it just me
Is it just me
Big ass ego with shoes you can't lace up
The type of dude to make your daddy's hair stand up
I don't shop for scraps you little boys can't match up
I ain't never seen a family I'm shooting with the posse
Never seen a grammy they must've never heard me
I used to think twice before I say shit that's ornery
But been wishing that I wasn't so friendly
I don't cap with big feet I step high
Never need a stool to step up onto the next guy
Chillin
Take my time until this shit blow
Soaking in my crocs my girl out by the sea shore
I'm here coming out with the fresh heat
The best thing you heard since ye got outta therapy
I'm in it
Hit the dro before I spin it
I make my own beats
I see the room spinning
The gloves are coming off doe I make the shot doe
See I came strong and I left strong
Cause I've been gone and you don't see none
Say you got guns well let's see you get it on
Bitch I'm clutch, no don't touch
Just quick peaks, we don't want much
Slow no rush, trippin on mush
Callin your bluff, trippin cause you lost your crutch
I'm rippin through the city like nobody there can see me
My dress look freezy and my flow is so breezy
I could wake up with no make up and you know I'm still pretty
I feel the midwest is getting giddy lift em up and make em dizzy
I don't stop at max heat I turn it to a hundred
I don't pick up small packs I'm buying in abundance
My boys don't slide low they pull up straight stuntin
We could break ya neck leave you wonder what happen
I don't reset
I reup punk bitch
We don't like that
We gon take that shit
Take a step back
We don't talk like that
This a clap back
See we on that shit
Don't I make it look easy
Don't I make it look good
Little boy tryna match me
I wish a motherfucker would
Lose your breath tryna catch me
But you'll never be a threat to me
I bring the cutters to the swap meet
For anyone that plots on me
This a dream like catastrophe
The sky feel like it's after me
You're junior league and I'm varsity
But these pussy boys don't fuck with me
See I chop the trees and I make the team
Cause I see the dream and I make it seem
That I'm so supreme
But my self-esteem is really something g
So don't fuck with me
Cause I'll break ya beams
This is my regime
I want the cream
I hear the screams
Or is it just me
Is it just me
Is it just me
Is it just me
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Widmer
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