Sorrow

Let's go, man
Told you I was coming, right
What'd I look like playing in the background
Y'all niggas better keep up, man

Y'all know I'm coming
I told you, count your days
Set it up like your parlays
I got them scrambling with this wordplay

Niggas is wack like they always shout for a fade
Boy, I flip through these numbers like a channel
In the stu, this pot too hot to handle
I got tell, my niggas chill relax b

Even if they ante up, they still can't match me
Y'all niggas stuck on mid, let's go big
Tryna head west like Ye and get off the grid
You ain't gotta make up lies, we know the truth ugly

You should see how this one thot message me
Always leave it all seen
I just need a little freak that never bleed
I wasn't looking for a homecoming queen

I was looking for a queen to come home to me
I give a fuck if they feel sorry for themselves
Who felt sorry for me? Was a ashy little nigga
Now I got cream when it's dark time

I'm a real nigga's high beam
Want your money bulletproof, then invest in me
I'm trapping these words like parentheses
These rappers ain't nothing but actors

Got a little hit, this shit practice
I can make time go backwards
The real hip-hop is here
Got them falling back like the grandmama chair

Every time I walk in another episode
My bitch, she cold, got me feeling like an Eskimo
I hope you can handle this small guy
My appetite for destruction

And you a small fry
Niggas watching me make moves
Better be safe on they own route
Least one out the 21 ready to go savage with the Drake

I'm killing them, Lord forgive me
You kno crime pays
Since I was young, been at odds with the devil
Niggas stuck in they floors, can't rise to my level

I'm hip-hop best secret kept
Haven't seen him for a week and the bitch still wet
You know I'ma eat through the weak
The meal prep



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Writer(s): Charles Chase
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