JustAnotherIntroTrack 3
(Don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, oh)
Scribbling and dabbling all of my thoughts into this pen
I ain't even wrote on paper in a long time, but tonight might be the time
I'm getting better with age, ay
Why they all on my case? Ay
Please get the fuck out the way, ay
Why they always coming to me with some rah, rah
I don't wanna hear all that jazz today, hm
I'm on a monumental mission, can't be caught slipping
Fuck sneak-dissing, if the shoe fit, wear it in a instant
You tone deaf, can't catch the correct pitch
And you wonder why you missed, had the ball in yo' hand
Even I caught your eye, couldn't catch the right glimpse
Sorry, not sorry
We are not bros, just because we look alike
I done got bigger still, not talking about height
I'm going bonkers, call me Dizzee Rascal
I don't need a reason, fix up, look sharp
Infect the whole game, Resident Evil
Bringing retaliation for my people, ooh
I'm on attack mode
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
Fucking with a starving artist who ain't just got nothing to lose
Same as bringing a gun straight to your head, click, click, boom
'Bout to go erupt, Mount Doom, went from awkward to so smooth
Spreading everywhere like the flu, didn't need the vaccine, I'm cool
I really just studied the greats
From Kendrick, to Cole, to Mac, to Sweatshirt, to Drake
They testing my character, testing my will
They testing the ink of my pen as it spills
I don't wanna go back to serving them tills
Y'all stuck in the matrix, what I'm on, it's real
I'm praying for y'all, when Judgment Day comes
Gonna know the real meaning of trapped in a deal
Tryna stay independent but to this game, I'm codependent
Like a Muslim eating pork, man, I'm so offensive
They say the legal system can't be fun, I even went to court high
But I can't speak on why
The way that I'm rapping, I really got something to prove
My mama supporting me all the way
Hope she don't lose the shine all in her eyes
Anxiety coming up all in disguise, she constantly telling me that I'll be fine
It's apparent to me, you really a parent, when you tell a lie
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, oh, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, oh)
Scribbling and dabbling all of my thoughts into this pen
I ain't even wrote on paper in a long time, but tonight might be the time
I'm getting better with age, ay
Why they all on my case? Ay
Please get the fuck out the way, ay
Why they always coming to me with some rah, rah
I don't wanna hear all that jazz today, hm
I'm on a monumental mission, can't be caught slipping
Fuck sneak-dissing, if the shoe fit, wear it in a instant
You tone deaf, can't catch the correct pitch
And you wonder why you missed, had the ball in yo' hand
Even I caught your eye, couldn't catch the right glimpse
Sorry, not sorry
We are not bros, just because we look alike
I done got bigger still, not talking about height
I'm going bonkers, call me Dizzee Rascal
I don't need a reason, fix up, look sharp
Infect the whole game, Resident Evil
Bringing retaliation for my people, ooh
I'm on attack mode
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
Fucking with a starving artist who ain't just got nothing to lose
Same as bringing a gun straight to your head, click, click, boom
'Bout to go erupt, Mount Doom, went from awkward to so smooth
Spreading everywhere like the flu, didn't need the vaccine, I'm cool
I really just studied the greats
From Kendrick, to Cole, to Mac, to Sweatshirt, to Drake
They testing my character, testing my will
They testing the ink of my pen as it spills
I don't wanna go back to serving them tills
Y'all stuck in the matrix, what I'm on, it's real
I'm praying for y'all, when Judgment Day comes
Gonna know the real meaning of trapped in a deal
Tryna stay independent but to this game, I'm codependent
Like a Muslim eating pork, man, I'm so offensive
They say the legal system can't be fun, I even went to court high
But I can't speak on why
The way that I'm rapping, I really got something to prove
My mama supporting me all the way
Hope she don't lose the shine all in her eyes
Anxiety coming up all in disguise, she constantly telling me that I'll be fine
It's apparent to me, you really a parent, when you tell a lie
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
(Pussy, oh, don't love me)
(Pussy, don't love me)
Credits
Writer(s): Arun Sandhu
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