More Of Me
Man I grew up where it's hot as hell there
Hell yeah. They want us to fail there
DCF, welfare, liquor stores, pawn shops, jails there
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some...
They say they want more of me
How they want some more of me
Put money on they books, on the phone
And they lawyer fee
They say they want more of me
How they want some more of me
I been out here grinding going hard
Like it's four of me
I told everybody "Ayy let's ride" and they ain't show for me
Now the only way they get inside is if the chauffeur me
Now my baby mama don't need food stamps for her groceries
And shout out to my pops
'Cause he made sure it ain't no hoe in me
I been out here focused, tryna be the greatest
Buy my mama a car and I bet that bitch be the latest
Might not be the fastest so mama can't win no races
But God forbid she crashes I bet that bitch be the safest
Shorty wanna roll my L, I'm like nah 'cause you a lace it
I'm a roll it myself, now I think I'm a face it
Crack a fifth of the Henny, aww I'm getting wasted
Even though I can taste it, I don't think I'm a chase it
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some more of me
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some more of me
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some more of me
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some...
They say they want more of me
How they want some more of me
Every time you call me I be there
Just like you ordered me
Acting like it's nothing, you should know it mean more to me
I can't have no goofy's at where my son and my daughter be
Lil bro caught a body and they just gave him a quarter piece
Twenty-three and one, in a single cell from like four to three
Heard they out here snitching
Ain't no if, and, or sorta be's
I just act accordingly, they can't crack the back door to me
Man I grew up where it's hot as hell there
Hell yeah. They want us to fail there
DCF, welfare, liquor stores, pawn shops, jails there
I take care my family just so they don't have to do shit
True shit. All I want is blue strips
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they got loose lips
Man I grew up where it's hot as hell there
Hell yeah. They want us to fail there
DCF, welfare, liquor stores, pawn shops, jails there
I take care my family just so they don't have to do shit
True shit. All I want is blue strips
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they got loose lips
Hell yeah. They want us to fail there
DCF, welfare, liquor stores, pawn shops, jails there
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some...
They say they want more of me
How they want some more of me
Put money on they books, on the phone
And they lawyer fee
They say they want more of me
How they want some more of me
I been out here grinding going hard
Like it's four of me
I told everybody "Ayy let's ride" and they ain't show for me
Now the only way they get inside is if the chauffeur me
Now my baby mama don't need food stamps for her groceries
And shout out to my pops
'Cause he made sure it ain't no hoe in me
I been out here focused, tryna be the greatest
Buy my mama a car and I bet that bitch be the latest
Might not be the fastest so mama can't win no races
But God forbid she crashes I bet that bitch be the safest
Shorty wanna roll my L, I'm like nah 'cause you a lace it
I'm a roll it myself, now I think I'm a face it
Crack a fifth of the Henny, aww I'm getting wasted
Even though I can taste it, I don't think I'm a chase it
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some more of me
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some more of me
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some more of me
I ain't rapping this is poetry, when they hear this they gonna want some...
They say they want more of me
How they want some more of me
Every time you call me I be there
Just like you ordered me
Acting like it's nothing, you should know it mean more to me
I can't have no goofy's at where my son and my daughter be
Lil bro caught a body and they just gave him a quarter piece
Twenty-three and one, in a single cell from like four to three
Heard they out here snitching
Ain't no if, and, or sorta be's
I just act accordingly, they can't crack the back door to me
Man I grew up where it's hot as hell there
Hell yeah. They want us to fail there
DCF, welfare, liquor stores, pawn shops, jails there
I take care my family just so they don't have to do shit
True shit. All I want is blue strips
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they got loose lips
Man I grew up where it's hot as hell there
Hell yeah. They want us to fail there
DCF, welfare, liquor stores, pawn shops, jails there
I take care my family just so they don't have to do shit
True shit. All I want is blue strips
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they got loose lips
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Writer(s): Ricky Hampton Iii
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