[Lyric] ROOKIE OF THE YEARR (Ky Monclerr)

[Intro]
Somethings aren’t meant to last, watch em’ drain all my energy
Way too caught up in my past, I became my worst enemy
Talkin’ like

[Hook]
They keep asking me like when I’m coming back
I won’t drop another song until they screamin’ my name
Think it’s time that I go run me up a sac
Cuz If i’m broke and I got nothing
Who can I really blame?
And I can’t believe I still ain’t get a plaque
Droppin’ hits after hits
Y’all should gimme my fame
I just wanna be the Rookie of the Year
Here’s my tape
Go ahead and press replay

[Verse 1]
When y’all speak, how comes I don’t get a mention?
Unless y’all hating and y’all wanna throw sum dirt on my name
Hate the fact they criticize and say I’m less than
I ain’t no average nigga, you gon put respect on the gang
Or you could catch a couple out the smith & wesson
That shit sprays
Run up on me if you feeling that brave
And this rapping shit don’t come with a pension
When it’s over, I cannot take all this shit to the grave
I’m not a god, but I’m proud of all the shit that I made
All these accomplishments
My ops they tryna find sum new ways
To take me outta here
But I ain’t subbin’ outta the game
How the fuck I look if I’m still losin’
I can’t chill with no lames
When it’s over, I cannot take all this shit to the grave
I’m not a god, but I’m proud of all the shit that I made
All these accomplishments
My ops they tryna find sum new ways
To take me outta here
But I ain’t subbin’ outta the game
[Pre-hook]
How the fuck I look if I’m still losing
I can’t chill with no lames
Oh that’s my side, that’s my main
Don’t know which one to claim
One just wanna be my wifey
Better stay in your lane
Cuz I’m too focused on the paper
Glad we all on that page

[Hook]
They keep asking me like when I’m coming back
I won’t drop another song until they screamin’ my name
Think it’s time that I go run me up a sac
Cuz If i’m broke and I got nothing
Who can I really blame?
And I can’t believe I still ain’t get a plaque
Droppin’ hits after hits
Y’all should gimme my fame
I just wanna be the Rookie of the Year
Here’s my tape
Go ahead and press replay

[Verse 2]
It’s like a crime to a see a young nigga winnin’
Been through it all but I’m here and I’m still grinnin’
It took some time to fix it up, I need sum healin’
Say he would ride for me, it turns out that he didn’t
I said he wrong for what he did, he say he get it
They wrote me on my birthday, but I just read it
No time for opps and all the hate that they be sendin’
Don’t talk like me lil nigga, gimme all my credit
Hope y’all get my delivery, not talking FedEx
What y’all don’t get is ima die for my respect
Don’t say it’s PTSD, call it a reflex
Everybody steady dying
I was thinking me next
[Hook]
They keep asking me like when I’m coming back
I won’t drop another song until they screamin’ my name
Think it’s time that I go run me up a sac
Cuz If i’m broke and I got nothing
Who can I really blame?
And I can’t believe I still ain’t get a plaque
Droppin’ hits after hits
Y’all should gimme my fame
I just wanna be the Rookie of the Year
Here’s my tape
Go ahead and press replay