[Lyric] ​jaccuse... (mr. master)

[prod. by mr. master]

[verse: mr. master]
Make it make no sense, shit
Brody hit me buggin' out sayin' body dis
That's a big ol' bet
Y'ain't know what I meant. It's ments
Freshman year, I's fresh as fuck
And freshened up e'en more since then
Guess it's just all part of the sequence
Homegirl knows that pretty privilege
Plays these men like Malibu Ken
Wingspan Kevin Durant
That ain’t no reach. How’s that a stretch? Most
Most y’all rappers so-called fans
Are robots playin’ pretend. Post
Post doc mollywhop
That’s not a promise. That’s a triple threat. You choch. Aye
I was makin’ advances on these bimbos
I grew up. For you, it’s still those. Damn
Made it up and made it stick on the pan without no Pam
I’m antiall o’ that. Don’t dap me up my hand
I’s on tenners ‘fore this decade turn with my bari ass
My favorite color’s why would you even ask
I’m up and atom. Back since back, won’t let up
Jenga blocks all down. Let’s stack it back together
Ultra stab your back for the better
I’m reelin’ at the thought of it
Y’all really thought it’s sweet. As if
Second thought it is. These Whozeewhatzits for the kids