Sokkem
Get shimmy with it
And I call my nigga Jimmy to set up my tint
I ain't go camping, running from the ten and two
At least pretend to do
I manifest my life through my words
So I be careful where I'm spittin'
I'm hittin' up Chloe Bailey as soon as I blow up
I gotta grow up, celebrity crushes are just crushes
When you're in the league, ballin' hard without the greed
And I'm swearing I'm not caring so get the fuck up off my feed
I don't need money and attention
But I really do desire loving and affection
And it usually transpires through my music
Inspires what I'm doing
Nigga I got no clue and
I'm rapping just like I'm pooin'
Pull it out my ass, yes I do procrastinate
I'd rather be lazy then work overtime to uphold hate
I'm just spreading all this love, it's just what I'm made of
Yet I eliminate the piggies that stand up for the gov
It's what I believe by dinner, that's who I'm praying to
Can't necessarily, scarily pray to one person,
Put my eggs in several baskets, gods are like my friends
Invest my time in all of them so I can see the end
I talk too much again, I'm scaring you away, end of the day
You might see it my way, lemme stop playing mind games
I hypnotize a crowd whenever I walk into a room
I'm cleaning up a space whenever I come across a broom
I like to tidy up, it keeps my mind clear
free from fear, I'm a queer on the low
You prolly knew that though
On the go, got me struggling for dinner
Well at least I'm getting thinner
I'm just talking like a sinner
Get my fashion tips from Cinna, 'til they beat that nigga up
Just kidding, Lenny Kravitz is my home boy
Wanna be his daughter's toy
Don't be coy, you knew what you was doing
I hate I ever spoke to you, and now my anger's brewing
But now you don't exist to me as far as I'm concerned
And you're the hardest lesson that I ever fucking learned
Writing beats out of hatred
Just like I'm stuck in the matrix
And I don't wanna be a sellout but I'm pullin' the patrons
Got my pager blowing up like the '90s
Hang with my niggas fly as fuck, I ask where did you find these
Went to the thrift store yesterday
I'm shopping in the women's section for a vibrant jacket
I dress like I'm a goddess 'cuz I wanna cause a racket
And It's all fun and games 'til a white boy call me a
I'ma skin that yeast yeti, turn him to a leather jacket
Gimme a queue when you ready, don't be late you not my plug
I've been waiting for a minute just so I can get my hug
Now you asking me to cuddle, yo I ain't got time for this
Martin Luther King ain't die for this, or did he
I'ma beat your ass, whether you like it or not
Leave you for dead on the concrete like I just left you to rot
But instead, I'll have you sleep in a cot
And then fund the homeless shelter
You gon' like me whether you want to or not, my nigga
And I call my nigga Jimmy to set up my tint
I ain't go camping, running from the ten and two
At least pretend to do
I manifest my life through my words
So I be careful where I'm spittin'
I'm hittin' up Chloe Bailey as soon as I blow up
I gotta grow up, celebrity crushes are just crushes
When you're in the league, ballin' hard without the greed
And I'm swearing I'm not caring so get the fuck up off my feed
I don't need money and attention
But I really do desire loving and affection
And it usually transpires through my music
Inspires what I'm doing
Nigga I got no clue and
I'm rapping just like I'm pooin'
Pull it out my ass, yes I do procrastinate
I'd rather be lazy then work overtime to uphold hate
I'm just spreading all this love, it's just what I'm made of
Yet I eliminate the piggies that stand up for the gov
It's what I believe by dinner, that's who I'm praying to
Can't necessarily, scarily pray to one person,
Put my eggs in several baskets, gods are like my friends
Invest my time in all of them so I can see the end
I talk too much again, I'm scaring you away, end of the day
You might see it my way, lemme stop playing mind games
I hypnotize a crowd whenever I walk into a room
I'm cleaning up a space whenever I come across a broom
I like to tidy up, it keeps my mind clear
free from fear, I'm a queer on the low
You prolly knew that though
On the go, got me struggling for dinner
Well at least I'm getting thinner
I'm just talking like a sinner
Get my fashion tips from Cinna, 'til they beat that nigga up
Just kidding, Lenny Kravitz is my home boy
Wanna be his daughter's toy
Don't be coy, you knew what you was doing
I hate I ever spoke to you, and now my anger's brewing
But now you don't exist to me as far as I'm concerned
And you're the hardest lesson that I ever fucking learned
Writing beats out of hatred
Just like I'm stuck in the matrix
And I don't wanna be a sellout but I'm pullin' the patrons
Got my pager blowing up like the '90s
Hang with my niggas fly as fuck, I ask where did you find these
Went to the thrift store yesterday
I'm shopping in the women's section for a vibrant jacket
I dress like I'm a goddess 'cuz I wanna cause a racket
And It's all fun and games 'til a white boy call me a
I'ma skin that yeast yeti, turn him to a leather jacket
Gimme a queue when you ready, don't be late you not my plug
I've been waiting for a minute just so I can get my hug
Now you asking me to cuddle, yo I ain't got time for this
Martin Luther King ain't die for this, or did he
I'ma beat your ass, whether you like it or not
Leave you for dead on the concrete like I just left you to rot
But instead, I'll have you sleep in a cot
And then fund the homeless shelter
You gon' like me whether you want to or not, my nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hite
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