Mvp
You know you gon see me out public and yo stomach drop
You walk right past but text me hmu soon as you hit the spot
You'll never get me out yo life girl the fuck you thought
And you won't find another me so bitch you betta stop
You said you got me thru whatever what the fuck is this shit
I'm a lil fucked up in the head you see my wrist slit
It wasn't you i just got demons i been fighting daily
I smoke em' in a wood but they come back when i go crazy
I ain't saying shit was perfect you can't say it wasn't good
You can't leave unless you die or go to jail up in this hood
Niggas throwing sticks & stones on Facebook I don't do net talk
Bossed up on these niggas just so i can walk the best walk
I needed an outlet to channel all my anger
I just put my feelings on the paper i can't be a faker
Fuck your favors I don't wanna talk just save that shit for later
Can't be acting like opp when your my all time favorite player
Can't be acting like a opp when your my all time favorite player
So fuck the haters baby let's go a run a bag up I'm tryna get this paper
I'm taking niggas bids when i hit this track like pittypat
Everybody rapping now I'm tryna get my city back
Bitches gon be bitches i ont want none of them biddies back
This ain't what love supposed to be so fuck it Ima hit trap
They say I'm for streets but you knew deep down that wasn't what a nigga had to be
You held it down so i gave you a crown was calling you a queen
We was running this shit up So why the fuck
You tryna leave This ain't how post to be
Hmm hmm hmmm
Why the fuck you tryna leave this ain't how it post to be
I got you for forever don't forget baby you said mvp
Why the fuck you tryna leave this ain't how it post to be
I swear that'll i take care of you can swear that you'll take care of me
I ain't saying shit was perfect you can't say it wasn't good
You can't leave unless you die or go to jail up in this hood
Niggas throwing sticks & stones on Facebook I don't do net talk
Bossed up on these niggas just so i can walk the best walk
I needed an outlet to channel all my anger
I just put my feelings on the paper i can't be a faker
Fuck your favors I don't wanna talk just save that shit for later
Can't be acting like opp when your my all time favorite player
Can't be acting like a opp when your my all time favorite player
So fuck the haters baby let's go a run a bag up I'm tryna get this paper
I swear that I'll take care of you if you take care of me
I got you for forever don't forget it baby you da mvp
You walk right past but text me hmu soon as you hit the spot
You'll never get me out yo life girl the fuck you thought
And you won't find another me so bitch you betta stop
You said you got me thru whatever what the fuck is this shit
I'm a lil fucked up in the head you see my wrist slit
It wasn't you i just got demons i been fighting daily
I smoke em' in a wood but they come back when i go crazy
I ain't saying shit was perfect you can't say it wasn't good
You can't leave unless you die or go to jail up in this hood
Niggas throwing sticks & stones on Facebook I don't do net talk
Bossed up on these niggas just so i can walk the best walk
I needed an outlet to channel all my anger
I just put my feelings on the paper i can't be a faker
Fuck your favors I don't wanna talk just save that shit for later
Can't be acting like opp when your my all time favorite player
Can't be acting like a opp when your my all time favorite player
So fuck the haters baby let's go a run a bag up I'm tryna get this paper
I'm taking niggas bids when i hit this track like pittypat
Everybody rapping now I'm tryna get my city back
Bitches gon be bitches i ont want none of them biddies back
This ain't what love supposed to be so fuck it Ima hit trap
They say I'm for streets but you knew deep down that wasn't what a nigga had to be
You held it down so i gave you a crown was calling you a queen
We was running this shit up So why the fuck
You tryna leave This ain't how post to be
Hmm hmm hmmm
Why the fuck you tryna leave this ain't how it post to be
I got you for forever don't forget baby you said mvp
Why the fuck you tryna leave this ain't how it post to be
I swear that'll i take care of you can swear that you'll take care of me
I ain't saying shit was perfect you can't say it wasn't good
You can't leave unless you die or go to jail up in this hood
Niggas throwing sticks & stones on Facebook I don't do net talk
Bossed up on these niggas just so i can walk the best walk
I needed an outlet to channel all my anger
I just put my feelings on the paper i can't be a faker
Fuck your favors I don't wanna talk just save that shit for later
Can't be acting like opp when your my all time favorite player
Can't be acting like a opp when your my all time favorite player
So fuck the haters baby let's go a run a bag up I'm tryna get this paper
I swear that I'll take care of you if you take care of me
I got you for forever don't forget it baby you da mvp
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Writer(s): Alize Kobaly
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