Nobody Better
Who the fuck told you rappers that you better than me?
Like I tried to pray to God but the gods wouldn't speak
And I swear I'm so possessed I got demons in me
Everytime I get depressed you couldn't of got the fucking meaning in me
All the pain and suffering must be what I owe, bitch
I know what I know
And I stole what I stole
Yeah a whole lotta flow
Yeah a whole lotta game and a whole lotta red
I called up the game and I played STILL DEAD
I don't judge I just dredge
Pockets like me so skinny not swole
Yeah you bleed how I bleed
You don't think how I think
Walked into shark tank and i pissed in its sink
Bitch I know what I know
Who the fuck told you rappers that you better than me?
Like I tried to pray to God but the gods wouldn't speak
And I swear I'm so possessed I got demons in me
Everytime I get depressed you couldn't of got the fucking meaning in me
All the pain and suffering must be what I owe, bitch
I know what I know
And I stole what I stole
Is This your bitch, well I'm liking her throat
And I'm liking how she walk and I like how she moan I don't like how she talks I'm not Liking her tone, called up my girl she sain leave them alone
You mess with her you mess me we're straight active
CRV luxury smoking catpiss
Coupe drip in bloody red in get tragic
Disappearing in the night like it's magic
Fuck her 3 times a night that's a hat trick
All these rhymes in my head drive me bat shit
They don't want therapy they just want that rap shit your old tape was whack shit
Like I tried to pray to God but the gods wouldn't speak
And I swear I'm so possessed I got demons in me
Everytime I get depressed you couldn't of got the fucking meaning in me
All the pain and suffering must be what I owe, bitch
I know what I know
And I stole what I stole
Yeah a whole lotta flow
Yeah a whole lotta game and a whole lotta red
I called up the game and I played STILL DEAD
I don't judge I just dredge
Pockets like me so skinny not swole
Yeah you bleed how I bleed
You don't think how I think
Walked into shark tank and i pissed in its sink
Bitch I know what I know
Who the fuck told you rappers that you better than me?
Like I tried to pray to God but the gods wouldn't speak
And I swear I'm so possessed I got demons in me
Everytime I get depressed you couldn't of got the fucking meaning in me
All the pain and suffering must be what I owe, bitch
I know what I know
And I stole what I stole
Is This your bitch, well I'm liking her throat
And I'm liking how she walk and I like how she moan I don't like how she talks I'm not Liking her tone, called up my girl she sain leave them alone
You mess with her you mess me we're straight active
CRV luxury smoking catpiss
Coupe drip in bloody red in get tragic
Disappearing in the night like it's magic
Fuck her 3 times a night that's a hat trick
All these rhymes in my head drive me bat shit
They don't want therapy they just want that rap shit your old tape was whack shit
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Writer(s): Logan Bernhardt
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