I M U*

If you don't know, you're about 20 minutes through this LP
And so far, I've re-written 20 minutes of this LP, all of it
And I'm sick of it because I keep on having to ask myself-

Tell me now tell me now
Tell me now what you really want
How you boutta make it? You ain't makin' none at all
Middle finger in the air 'cause you need me
And I can't relate 'cause you was knee deep

I fixed your problem, went and solved it, saved you little time
Give a fuck about a doubled style
Under nose, under bagged eyes
Call me under-recognized

Go on, get a hand cut if you too touchy
Bank on a cat that do not speak pussy
Laugh in the back, boy not boutta see sunshine
I'ma do you like 'plagiar' punchlines

I eat, I sleep, I breathe, we both the same
Don't be no. 12, no God, no cop would say
"This ain't childish, it's worth time talking"
Motherfucking sticks and stones will call me

Two point oh, two point, two point, two point oh
Two point oh, two point, two point, two point oh
Two point oh, two point, two point, two point oh
Don't fight this shit, this shit right
Give me, look, give me your-

Wait a minute
I done worked hard to be where I am
Don't you dare let my credit go
With your dignity and sense of pride
You don't seem to wear around no more
Talk about a thief, talk about a cheat
Talk about what's right, as if I was wrong
Talk about a million-dollar idea, my motherfucking asshole

We sang off key off the one
It's funny how money change conversation
Tell me, look at everything you done done (no)
Never love without compensation (no)
No truth in it, no joy and no fun (no)
No future in fuckin' with tough love
Keep it OG, no copy will hit sun
'Cause you might win some, but you just lost one

Two point oh, two point, two point, two point oh
Two point oh, two point, two point, two point oh
Two point oh, two point, two point, two point oh

You love it, right?
You love it, right?
You love it, right?
You love it, right?
You love it, right?

I can see you
You love it, right?
You love it, right?
You love it, right?

He Himself went on before Him
Bowing Himself to the ground seven times
Until He came near His brother
Genesis 33

Right?
(When the night has come)

(When the night has come)
One, two, three, four, five, six, sey



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Marcos Sandoval
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