mr yyyy
Mystery
I been feeling blue, but I'm mo' better than before
I got more cheddar and a pole for her to spread on
She shed on me
What it take to get taste of cake
He makes grave mistakes, but then somedays he just be feeling great
Guerrilling like ape
It's a war
What you kneeling for
'Less you on top and the ceiling's floor
Catch your killings boy
Hide your feelings boy
They tryna steal em boy
All them tears they equate to fears
They ain't serious
Had to get drip from Sears
It's on clearance, man that's what it is
Pull your wig back
I swear there ain't nobody prettier in a wig cap
Did that big facts
I'm too truthful I
Didn't cap nincam-
Poops tryna stoop you down
To that stupid shit
You too good for it
You too cute for this
Why you doing this
Why you ruin this day
Got too much food on his plate
Imma start chewing it
Raw you got too much to say
Go on start spewing it
Raw x Buddha, Bruce Lee
Water right through it
Past the mic through history
Raw's type new to this beat
But he spit like it's third verse
On my fourth life that's third hearse
On my third stride that's thirst
Quench it with these wenches
Friendships need be ended
Pending on what we can do with these appendages
My time I'm spending it on your head
On your death
I'm mended to you
Bended through your legs all day
I been feeling blue, but I'm mo' better than before
I got more cheddar and a pole for her to spread on
She shed on me
What it take to get taste of cake
He makes grave mistakes, but then somedays he just be feeling great
Guerrilling like ape
It's a war
What you kneeling for
'Less you on top and the ceiling's floor
Catch your killings boy
Hide your feelings boy
They tryna steal em boy
All them tears they equate to fears
They ain't serious
Had to get drip from Sears
It's on clearance, man that's what it is
Pull your wig back
I swear there ain't nobody prettier in a wig cap
Did that big facts
I'm too truthful I
Didn't cap nincam-
Poops tryna stoop you down
To that stupid shit
You too good for it
You too cute for this
Why you doing this
Why you ruin this day
Got too much food on his plate
Imma start chewing it
Raw you got too much to say
Go on start spewing it
Raw x Buddha, Bruce Lee
Water right through it
Past the mic through history
Raw's type new to this beat
But he spit like it's third verse
On my fourth life that's third hearse
On my third stride that's thirst
Quench it with these wenches
Friendships need be ended
Pending on what we can do with these appendages
My time I'm spending it on your head
On your death
I'm mended to you
Bended through your legs all day
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Writer(s): Naqi Smith
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