Release Me
Yeah
Yeah
I'm so, so guilty (guilty), of not lettin' my fans see the real me (real me)
I'm so, so guilty (guilty), of lyin' about the things that I get up to on the weekly
Like callin' hoes to come please me
When I'm spendin' most of my time with the woman I love deeply
Gang-gang, barely see me
I'm at the house in yesterday's fit, takin' it easy, release me
Brooklyn Nine-Nine, season eight, final episode won't finish itself, bitch, release me
I'm tryna get on my grown man shit
So "Think and grow rich" is no good on the shelf, bitch, release me (release me)
I'm tryna leave this microphone wet, and make my best album yet
With no regrets, bitch, release me (release me)
And I just made the meanest fried chicken in the motherfuckin' world
Let me eat, bitch, release me (release me)
Fingers lookin' greasy (fingers lookin' greasy), ah shit! (ah shit!)
Ayy, who's that?
Yo!
Wayasay?
Come on and sit down, man, if you're sittin' down, dawg
This shit feel good man, you know?
You feel me? (You feel me?)
You smell me? (You smell me?)
Ayy (ayy)
Allow me to reintroduce myself
If you'll allow me to be me, and not reduce myself
I'm religious, I'm a geek, and I'm a sucker for love
You'll never guess from how I act up when I'm up in the club
I got knives in my back, I got grudge in my blood
Anger issues, punch the wall until my knuckles are numb
Got famous young, wasn't ready for y'all to meet me
So don't hold me to nothin' I said before, please release me
My old pictures circlin' the 'net with people I'm tryna forget
We not friends, bitch, release me (release me)
We was cool back in the days, but then we went our separate ways
And I don't have to go in-depth, bitch, release me (bitch, release me)
I'm tryna make a business out my name, fuck a chain
I got bills up to my neck, bitch, release me (release me)
Mercedes just sent a brand-new whip, and I ain't even drove that motherfucker yet
Bitch, release me (release me)
That shit's lookin' squeaky (that shit's lookin' squeaky)
Aw shit! (Aw shit!)
Yeah
I'm so, so guilty (guilty), of not lettin' my fans see the real me (real me)
I'm so, so guilty (guilty), of lyin' about the things that I get up to on the weekly
Like callin' hoes to come please me
When I'm spendin' most of my time with the woman I love deeply
Gang-gang, barely see me
I'm at the house in yesterday's fit, takin' it easy, release me
Brooklyn Nine-Nine, season eight, final episode won't finish itself, bitch, release me
I'm tryna get on my grown man shit
So "Think and grow rich" is no good on the shelf, bitch, release me (release me)
I'm tryna leave this microphone wet, and make my best album yet
With no regrets, bitch, release me (release me)
And I just made the meanest fried chicken in the motherfuckin' world
Let me eat, bitch, release me (release me)
Fingers lookin' greasy (fingers lookin' greasy), ah shit! (ah shit!)
Ayy, who's that?
Yo!
Wayasay?
Come on and sit down, man, if you're sittin' down, dawg
This shit feel good man, you know?
You feel me? (You feel me?)
You smell me? (You smell me?)
Ayy (ayy)
Allow me to reintroduce myself
If you'll allow me to be me, and not reduce myself
I'm religious, I'm a geek, and I'm a sucker for love
You'll never guess from how I act up when I'm up in the club
I got knives in my back, I got grudge in my blood
Anger issues, punch the wall until my knuckles are numb
Got famous young, wasn't ready for y'all to meet me
So don't hold me to nothin' I said before, please release me
My old pictures circlin' the 'net with people I'm tryna forget
We not friends, bitch, release me (release me)
We was cool back in the days, but then we went our separate ways
And I don't have to go in-depth, bitch, release me (bitch, release me)
I'm tryna make a business out my name, fuck a chain
I got bills up to my neck, bitch, release me (release me)
Mercedes just sent a brand-new whip, and I ain't even drove that motherfucker yet
Bitch, release me (release me)
That shit's lookin' squeaky (that shit's lookin' squeaky)
Aw shit! (Aw shit!)
Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, George Kerr, Eddie Jones, Nsikayesizwe David Ngcobo Junior, Gerald Jerry Harris
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