Pass the Water
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Okay
Said okay, okay
Look
It's the
Bastard daughter here to bring this rap shit back to order
Mass destruction emanating from this rapping aura
I'm way ahead with this music, they never catch the order
Kinda sorta past the borders
Yeah I just had to warn ya
One day Imma make it big and go to California
I'm telling you that I'm the shit, so can you pass it forward?
You on the throne, I'm coming for ya, yeah I'm running towards ya
Motherfucker better pass that torch before I pass the torture
And it's all for friends and family, yeah I'm rapping for ya
To my future children, I'll make the millions, stack it for ya
Riding on this dreamboat
Tryna make my dreams float
Still got manners at the table, shit can you pass the water?
Yeah yeah
Said can you pass the water?
Saying fuck you to the labels and they petty offers
For real
And they petty offers
Man fuck they petty offers
Said fuck they petty offers
Yeah fuck they petty offers
Ten mills couldn't make me sign a deal, I'm too nice and ill
I'm still saying fuck they offers
Yeah fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers
Said fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers, man
Man fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers
Okay, look
I said my thoughts too loud bitch
So buss the speakers up
I stay at war with my demons, I keep a heater tucked
I see you claiming the throne, lil bitch yo lease is up
I'm coming for what you own, you gon get eaten up
And yeah I got them all worried cause I don't eat enough
But really they should think about who they speaking of
Way ahead of these bitches and they ain't keeping up
I'm working while they all sleeping, the sun be creeping up
But sometimes it get hard
Tryna follow my heart
Yeah
Tryna follow my heart
I ain't done yet
Got some more shit to say
Said it's hurricane Rae coming through just to make a mess again
They hating cause I'm on a deeper level of intelligence
I'm out here tryna rise above, bitches out here devilin'
They telling me I won't be shit and damn it gets so deafening
I hit block on the tiktok and then I move on
Take six shots, get the bitch hot and now the crew gone
Can't you see I'm on my shit? Writing til my hand hurt
Hours just to polish shit, they still saying it's man work
And I'm still the bastard daughter
You lambs to my slaughter
The cops came and I just made yo bitch stash the quarter
Shut the fuck up, them opinions make my head hurt
It's Rae Luna
They just calling me Girl Sweatshirt
Yeah yeah
Okay
Said okay, okay
Look
It's the
Bastard daughter here to bring this rap shit back to order
Mass destruction emanating from this rapping aura
I'm way ahead with this music, they never catch the order
Kinda sorta past the borders
Yeah I just had to warn ya
One day Imma make it big and go to California
I'm telling you that I'm the shit, so can you pass it forward?
You on the throne, I'm coming for ya, yeah I'm running towards ya
Motherfucker better pass that torch before I pass the torture
And it's all for friends and family, yeah I'm rapping for ya
To my future children, I'll make the millions, stack it for ya
Riding on this dreamboat
Tryna make my dreams float
Still got manners at the table, shit can you pass the water?
Yeah yeah
Said can you pass the water?
Saying fuck you to the labels and they petty offers
For real
And they petty offers
Man fuck they petty offers
Said fuck they petty offers
Yeah fuck they petty offers
Ten mills couldn't make me sign a deal, I'm too nice and ill
I'm still saying fuck they offers
Yeah fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers
Said fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers, man
Man fuck they offers, fuck they petty offers
Okay, look
I said my thoughts too loud bitch
So buss the speakers up
I stay at war with my demons, I keep a heater tucked
I see you claiming the throne, lil bitch yo lease is up
I'm coming for what you own, you gon get eaten up
And yeah I got them all worried cause I don't eat enough
But really they should think about who they speaking of
Way ahead of these bitches and they ain't keeping up
I'm working while they all sleeping, the sun be creeping up
But sometimes it get hard
Tryna follow my heart
Yeah
Tryna follow my heart
I ain't done yet
Got some more shit to say
Said it's hurricane Rae coming through just to make a mess again
They hating cause I'm on a deeper level of intelligence
I'm out here tryna rise above, bitches out here devilin'
They telling me I won't be shit and damn it gets so deafening
I hit block on the tiktok and then I move on
Take six shots, get the bitch hot and now the crew gone
Can't you see I'm on my shit? Writing til my hand hurt
Hours just to polish shit, they still saying it's man work
And I'm still the bastard daughter
You lambs to my slaughter
The cops came and I just made yo bitch stash the quarter
Shut the fuck up, them opinions make my head hurt
It's Rae Luna
They just calling me Girl Sweatshirt
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Writer(s): Amarae Mattei
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