[Verse]
Ooh, shorty hit me up flexin' all her jewellery
Sextin' me, sextin' me, all that shit new to me
If I go out I don't really need a boo with me
Air the room out when I walk in with Louis V's
Out of all these rappers, no hoes is choosin' me
They tryna peel back the mask, bitch, this ain't no Scooby D
C$ hit me up and said that it's cool we be
Remember the people that used to go to school with me
One of 'em had to leave, now I say, "Who with me?" Uh
Room filled with paper like that guy who kеpt writing to Diddy
Don't come to my town 'cause it's too shitty
Heroin addicts and woo-sippy's, yеah
You can call me, can call me a king, baby
You can be mine but let me do my thing, baby
You can come over I'll buy you a ring, baby
Be my ride-or-die, else you too shady
These bitches the same, you ain't cool, baby
Last night I came home with two ladies
And she had some ass, I said, "Woo, baby
Throw that shit back since you lose, baby"
She hit me in the face, guess I'm too crazy
I'm her Knight in shinin' armour, Suge, baby
I'm a car, I been chasin' through loops, baby
People I used to beef with now sayin', "We cool, ain't we?"
So yeah, bitch, I'm Welsh, all I'm saying's, "Fuck 12"
I been rappin' since 12, this that Melly verse Melv'
Yeah, I'm so Bi-Polar, told shorty, "Hop in my Rover"
We sippin' drinks 'til it's over, at the club hungover
I tell my bitch that I've made some enemies
Rappers end Grammy's, is the next Emmy's?
I've just been lookin' at what N sent me
Some people I fuck with left and never went with me, yeah
Used to fuck with the feds, now they repentin' me
First run-in at nine, you ask 'bout my mental health, no, I'm not fine
I'ma go to the kitchen and chug a bottle of wine
'Til I die, I'ma do nun' but cry
I'ma jump off a building if it makes shit fine, yeah, uh
But, ooh, maybe all I need is acceptence
Remember the days was three at reception
When I started I used to tell 'em
That I'd be great but they'd call me a melon
But now they walk up to me when I'm on the stage
Bein' friends to me is magic to 'em but I ain't no mage
Writin' these verses straight down on my page
And they tryna steal 'em 'cause they want the fame
All for themselves, ooh, all for themselves, yeah
Ooh, shorty hit me up flexin' all her jewellery
Sextin' me, sextin' me, all that shit new to me
If I go out I don't really need a boo with me
Air the room out when I walk in with Louis V's
Out of all these rappers, no hoes is choosin' me
They tryna peel back the mask, bitch, this ain't no Scooby D
C$ hit me up and said that it's cool we be
Remember the people that used to go to school with me
One of 'em had to leave, now I say, "Who with me?" Uh
Room filled with paper like that guy who kеpt writing to Diddy
Don't come to my town 'cause it's too shitty
Heroin addicts and woo-sippy's, yеah
You can call me, can call me a king, baby
You can be mine but let me do my thing, baby
You can come over I'll buy you a ring, baby
Be my ride-or-die, else you too shady
These bitches the same, you ain't cool, baby
Last night I came home with two ladies
And she had some ass, I said, "Woo, baby
Throw that shit back since you lose, baby"
She hit me in the face, guess I'm too crazy
I'm her Knight in shinin' armour, Suge, baby
I'm a car, I been chasin' through loops, baby
People I used to beef with now sayin', "We cool, ain't we?"
So yeah, bitch, I'm Welsh, all I'm saying's, "Fuck 12"
I been rappin' since 12, this that Melly verse Melv'
Yeah, I'm so Bi-Polar, told shorty, "Hop in my Rover"
We sippin' drinks 'til it's over, at the club hungover
I tell my bitch that I've made some enemies
Rappers end Grammy's, is the next Emmy's?
I've just been lookin' at what N sent me
Some people I fuck with left and never went with me, yeah
Used to fuck with the feds, now they repentin' me
First run-in at nine, you ask 'bout my mental health, no, I'm not fine
I'ma go to the kitchen and chug a bottle of wine
'Til I die, I'ma do nun' but cry
I'ma jump off a building if it makes shit fine, yeah, uh
But, ooh, maybe all I need is acceptence
Remember the days was three at reception
When I started I used to tell 'em
That I'd be great but they'd call me a melon
But now they walk up to me when I'm on the stage
Bein' friends to me is magic to 'em but I ain't no mage
Writin' these verses straight down on my page
And they tryna steal 'em 'cause they want the fame
All for themselves, ooh, all for themselves, yeah
( OCTOBERSFULLMOON )
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