Interlude

Get that metal out your mouth before you talk to me
Get that coke up out your nose before you come at me confused
Only green inside my body like some broccoli
I can't put a number on the substances you use
Only focused on your money like Monopoly
Family doesn't matter whenever it's up to you
Say I'm cap rapping, get the fuck up off of me
This is my truth, rest in peace to the twos
Five dollars for a rip of the bong
Get your panties out that bunch
Untangle your thong
A lot of shit went through my head while I was making this song
But not one time did I think, am I in the wrong?
Kick him to the curb, fuck a taxi cab
Bleeding on himself, think this pussy needs a Maxi Pad
All your old music wasn't half as bad
But I heard your new tape and turned it off at the second track
Eat you up for breakfast like it's Kellogg's
You was doing good until we left and then you fell off
Ain't no way, shape, or form you'll be ahead of me
Pill popping, drug abusing, what's next, amphetamines?
If I'm rapping then I promise it is not a lie
Without them stupid ass fangs, you are not that guy
You just mad we didn't want to sign on a dotted line
Wasn't I your girl's top artist last year on Spotify?

I told her I get paid on the daily
Then she went and started calling me baby
I'm a lot of shit but I know I ain't crazy
I am the one, feel like McGrady
Make you my son
Westbrook rock a baby your ass
Run you over, make you pay me for gas
Maybe I'm a little crazy for that damn
I am the man on campus
Ducking the cameras
Making this music like art on a canvas
Loud at the parks so I know they can't stand us
Had to do this shit cause waterfront banned us
I took your hit and I made it an anthem
I got your bitch and she's throwing a tantrum

She just want Gucci and Prada
All over her body
I told 'em I'm serious
It's not a hobby
I get it, I got it
I'm cramming the lobby
I want it, I cop it
I owe it to Robbie
I owe it to gang and I owe it to
Everybody else but you
When this started I was singing my blues
Blessings on blessings it's hard when I choose
Swear I'm a weapon it's rare that I lose
How much money do you make?
Fuck you, fuck you lil boy, fuck you



Credits
Writer(s): Jorden Brooks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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