You're Not Lucifer, Stop Tryna Be

I've been writing hella shit
I've been talking hella shit
I've been talking to my self
I don't talk to no one else
Mama can you help
Do you Remember in the cell
You couldn't even fuckin bail
I was fucking up my health
Lately I've been in a hell
Oh they wanted me to yell
Oh they wanted me to yell
Throw a penny in the well
There is plenty u can sell
Maybe u can get some wealth
I've been talking to my self
I'm like Lucifer I fell
Cuz my god has never felt
He was chillin with the whales
Going swimming with the whales
I was Keenan he was keel
Don't believe me then oh well
Why'd u send to me a

Now I get on radio consistent
Thought they didn't play me oh just listen
I have never been a mathmetician
But I wna go from rags to riches
Now I got a couple fans I get it
Bet I get a couple bags for christmas
When I make a couple masterpaces
Then I make a couple grand, I made it



Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Okeke
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