My March
I'll give you a full disclosure
I've got walls full of posters
I've got Tyler, I've got Iggy
I've got Drizzy, I've got Doom
The way you lookin at them
I can already tell what you assume
You wanna hear about my shit ill show you my shit
There's a roof on my ceiling next to my fan
I point with my hand
I bring it down to notice your shoes
Like you aint got a clue
I got self respect to a 42
Throw over there don't mind all the blue
I'll paint it white but I ain't got the time
Cuz I've got too busy keeping you on my mind
Naw you ain't got to lie I see you all the
Ahh you remind me of Caroline
Bad mouthing this much should be a crime
You lucky I'm not mike ty in his prime
Keeping up with you is like taking a
Slippery steep climb
You don't got to bother me so much
About my damn grime
That reminds me
I've got leftover pasta in the fridge
No longer then 2 mins
Also did I tell you about my trip to Italy
Or my trip to New Orleans
Lemme show you my fit from when I hit the bins
Its got pockets, its got blue
Its got some new or old lint
The tag ain't legible
You say its too big
But it ain't take long time to dig
You ain't credible yet so take another swig
Now you got it all hopped up
Lemme stop you till you take another cup
And of course you've got it all figured out
You think drinking brings you clout
All it does is bring you a quick out from reality
And you pin it all back on me
I've got walls full of posters
I've got Tyler, I've got Iggy
I've got Drizzy, I've got Doom
The way you lookin at them
I can already tell what you assume
You wanna hear about my shit ill show you my shit
There's a roof on my ceiling next to my fan
I point with my hand
I bring it down to notice your shoes
Like you aint got a clue
I got self respect to a 42
Throw over there don't mind all the blue
I'll paint it white but I ain't got the time
Cuz I've got too busy keeping you on my mind
Naw you ain't got to lie I see you all the
Ahh you remind me of Caroline
Bad mouthing this much should be a crime
You lucky I'm not mike ty in his prime
Keeping up with you is like taking a
Slippery steep climb
You don't got to bother me so much
About my damn grime
That reminds me
I've got leftover pasta in the fridge
No longer then 2 mins
Also did I tell you about my trip to Italy
Or my trip to New Orleans
Lemme show you my fit from when I hit the bins
Its got pockets, its got blue
Its got some new or old lint
The tag ain't legible
You say its too big
But it ain't take long time to dig
You ain't credible yet so take another swig
Now you got it all hopped up
Lemme stop you till you take another cup
And of course you've got it all figured out
You think drinking brings you clout
All it does is bring you a quick out from reality
And you pin it all back on me
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Writer(s): Ethan Gray-greene
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