Self
Had to roll a blunt just to cook this up
Writing on a sober mind is never enough
This green shit is just like some fairy dust
I get magical every time I exhale and puff
Tried to put this shit down and live drug free
But every time I try it's like the devils after me
I get lost in my thoughts and start perpetrating
How nobody fucks with me and they all hating
But that shit is all in my head
That's why I smoke
So I could my put my feelings to bed
Fuck them other and love myself instead
Me, myself, and I just like Beyoncé said
Just trying to get my money up, stack some bread
Stay away from niggas they just want me in bed
If you like me then buy me something; fuck the head
Miss independent; I don't got to fuck to get ahead
See that's where the game fucked up
Not every pretty bitch that rap
Got to fuck to come up
And when you see me looking fly
All pretty and done up
Just know that's all me
Full price on the run up
I had to switch a lot of shit up
People I put first, didn't make the cut
The bond we had went from stainless to rust
Life lesson learned always listen to your gut
And understand every friend is not a fan
Wasn't there for takeoff but amigos when you land
Watch you do the labor won't even give a hand
What's meant to be is going to be in Gods plan
See that's where the game fucked up
Not every pretty bitch that rap
Got to fuck to come up
And when you see me looking fly
All pretty and done up
Just know that's all me
Full price on the run up
Never been mixy, I try to stay focus
Don't let nobody know when I feel hopeless
Deep down I really wish they would notice
So I put in my raps that's why I'm the coldest
My family and friends I thought you should know this
I'm really busting my ass to put shit in motion
Music is the way out that's my magic potion
The least y'all could do is support my notions
Never been the type to hate
I get money
Clap for the next up
Dont act funny
Humble to the bone
That's why they love me
When it's my time
I hope y'all clap for me
See that's where the game fucked up
Not every pretty bitch that rap
Got to fuck to come up
And when you see me looking fly
All pretty and done up
Just know that's all me
Full price on the run up
Writing on a sober mind is never enough
This green shit is just like some fairy dust
I get magical every time I exhale and puff
Tried to put this shit down and live drug free
But every time I try it's like the devils after me
I get lost in my thoughts and start perpetrating
How nobody fucks with me and they all hating
But that shit is all in my head
That's why I smoke
So I could my put my feelings to bed
Fuck them other and love myself instead
Me, myself, and I just like Beyoncé said
Just trying to get my money up, stack some bread
Stay away from niggas they just want me in bed
If you like me then buy me something; fuck the head
Miss independent; I don't got to fuck to get ahead
See that's where the game fucked up
Not every pretty bitch that rap
Got to fuck to come up
And when you see me looking fly
All pretty and done up
Just know that's all me
Full price on the run up
I had to switch a lot of shit up
People I put first, didn't make the cut
The bond we had went from stainless to rust
Life lesson learned always listen to your gut
And understand every friend is not a fan
Wasn't there for takeoff but amigos when you land
Watch you do the labor won't even give a hand
What's meant to be is going to be in Gods plan
See that's where the game fucked up
Not every pretty bitch that rap
Got to fuck to come up
And when you see me looking fly
All pretty and done up
Just know that's all me
Full price on the run up
Never been mixy, I try to stay focus
Don't let nobody know when I feel hopeless
Deep down I really wish they would notice
So I put in my raps that's why I'm the coldest
My family and friends I thought you should know this
I'm really busting my ass to put shit in motion
Music is the way out that's my magic potion
The least y'all could do is support my notions
Never been the type to hate
I get money
Clap for the next up
Dont act funny
Humble to the bone
That's why they love me
When it's my time
I hope y'all clap for me
See that's where the game fucked up
Not every pretty bitch that rap
Got to fuck to come up
And when you see me looking fly
All pretty and done up
Just know that's all me
Full price on the run up
Credits
Writer(s): Quinnae Johnson
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